He held them with his mind. He controlled them.

The chairs swirled all around him, dancing as if held by invisible strings. He practiced on chairs,however his powers allowed him to manipulate far more complex things than that.

One day,he discovered he could control other objects like the clouds. He could stop and start the rain,make it day or night but worst of all he could mind control other people. When he discovered this power he used it well,but after practicing it he used it in bad ways and became evil. People then knew him as Dark Magic.

He was evil and sinister,if anyone was walking on the same side of the road as him they would immediately cross over or else...

He wore a dark,black,invisibility cloak drooping down to his feet,he didn't often walk,he floated around. He was emotionless,never spoke to anyone nor anything except from the crows that sat on the roof of his burnt down shack said to be haunted.

On Friday the 13th,he went out of his house and played about with the lightning and got struck to head by a lightning bolt. A gust of black smoke emerged from under him,his clothes turned white like how they were before he became Dark Magic and most of all he was now no longer evil nor sinister. In fact,he was known to be the towns best magician and did little children's parties. After a while the towns community funded him for a new home.

Was there still a dark side in him though...

The End

By Harvey Nuttall

The Tale Of Dark Magic