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When he turned twenty-one, War Wanarat decided to leave the confines of his magical home to venture into the mundane world. The normal world, as they called. A world he had only ever seen in passing. Yet, it was one that captivated him more than his parents liked. It took him a long time to convince them to let him go, his parents arguing that he would find nothing worth his time in such a boring world and him saying that they don't know that yet. But the thing about his parents was that they knew him better than anyone and they knew they would never succeed in dissuading him from his plans.
So he left, packed up his stuff and ventured into a realm that was relatively unknown to him at the time. He reckoned that the mundane world to him was what the magical world would be to a normal human. It was all new sights and experiences, things he had only ever read about before. And it thrilled him, being able to experience things that he had always been curious about.
Their magical society has been hidden away from the eyes of the mundane, their magic kept among themselves for their own protection and safety. That is, if one wanted a repeat of the witch hunts in history. Sometime ago, a prominent warlock decided that their time with the non-magical people were proving to be too dangerous for them, that they were being haunted as beasts, feared and killed. It was beginning to dawn to magic-holders that even their age-old knowledge of powers beyond the grasp of mankind could not save them from the cruelty of its people.
But he wasn't about to let history stop him. If there was anything constant in this world, that was change. The mundane world was not as it was a hundred or so years ago, the people evolved and so did their laws and beliefs. It was only proof of this that convinced his parents to let their precious son go. In his first week, he was like a child again. Wide eyed as he took in the world that has been held from them. Things has since simmered down and he has settled in a more comfortable way of life.
He had a house from his parents, how they have one he dared not to ask, a car he was still learning how to drive and his trusty familiar Moo. On his second week, he heard some people around his age talking about getting jobs, and although he could just magic any amount of money he wished, he figure why not? So he applied for the first thing he saw an ad for, an assistant in a music studio. He may have tipped the favors on his side with a little magic, but he was good at his job and he has always enjoyed music.
Now everything around him was so - mundane. People actually walked to and from the shops to get their groceries, some were busy running around with two or three kids on their arms and others were just rushing home from work. There was no swishing and flicking of wrists to get their chores done and certainly no magical helper running around for potions ingredients. It was so mundane and so refreshing for someone who grew up learning about magic from his equally magical parents. And it was all so new for him.
Everything was normal. Well, almost everything.
There was the matter of his father speaking to him from a the head of the model in carton of milk to be addressed. "Darling, are you sure this is what you want. Is this life not too boring? You can have anything you want with a snap of your finger and yet here you are taking cow's milk from a shoddy store."
"Dad. Get out of the milk."
"Well how am I supposed to check up on you?" His dad's voice moved from the carton of milk to the baker in a box of brownies. "You rarely - not let me correct that - you never pop in. Why do you think we have chimneys?"
"Use the phone like a normal person."
"You know how energy affects those feeble gadgets. It broke down the day you sent it to us."
"I will send you a new one. Please keep it somewhere it can actually live for atleast a few months."
"And where are you working now? A music studio? Darling you were the best mage in your class, why would you want to do such a mundane thing?"
War sighed heavily, taking the box of brownies with his father's frowning face and putting it in his basket. "Because I enjoy it dad."
"And you don't enjoy casting spells and making potions? The things you've been doing since you were born and was amazing at. Should I remind you that you were listed as one of the most promising young warlocks of your generation? Now, your father and I could care less about what other people thought but I do care about you wasting away your talent in a world that you don't belong to."
The young warlock knew his father would never understand his desire to venture out into the world. He was content with his magical life, it fulfilled him in ways that it never fulfilled War. Magic was too easy, you never really got the satisfaction of doing anything by yourself and flicking your wrist hardly counts as labor. He craved the normalcy that the mortal world offered, here he could appreciate the simpler things in life rather than take everything for granted like so many of his people.
"I want this dad. Let me find my own way here." He pouted, knowing his father could never resist him anything. "I'm enjoying life as a mundane, things are simpler. A lot less complicated and definitely a lot more fun."
"You kids and your definition of fun. My fun would be a vacation in the magical part of Bahamas not in some crowded town where people have to work their bones for a living. You know I saw someone with barely enough consciousness mind you, take one jug of ice cream and leave with just that. How is that fun? It's depressing honestly."
"But isn't that the beauty of life here?"
"You've always been the one to see the bright side in everything. You got that from your other dad."
"Yes grumpy pants. Now can I continue my shopping in peace?"
"Very well. But expect a social call from me or your father next week. Who knew that an empty nest could be so lonely, especially around the holiday season."
His father winked out of existence and he was left alone in the baking aisle, the previously talkative box of brownies now just a boring old box in his shopping cart.
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