The Ancient One - Part 3

Now that we've gotten that sob story out of the way, now you know how entwined my life is with matters of the supernatural, but because I did not have concrete proof (like fireballs shooting out of my hand or teleporting into a bank vault) the reality of the supernatural remained hazy and uncertain. The issue with the market woman though remained with me from weeks and after a while I began to imagine if it actually did happen.

Then it happened again.

I had gotten up late that morning and I had to rush to meet up with class before it ended. I was stressed and sweating, dark patches already showing under my arms. There was this girl I had been eyeing in my department, Darasimi was her name. And that day I looked the worst I'd ever looked in my life. Previously, I'd orchestrated it so that my seat was close to hers so I could "accidentally" brush my arm against hers or ask her for her note in class, anything to smell that heavenly musk she wore. So I asked her for her note after the class was over and her reaction dealt a severe blow to my ego, heart, spirit and soul. She didn't say "eww" or say anything mean (she's much too nice for that) but the expression that crossed her face for the tenth of a millisecond (don't argue with me, I know what I saw) was disgust, before her perfect face was schooled to normalcy again. When she offered me the book, I didn't take it. I slowly stood up from my seat and walked as fast as I could away from her. I was crushed. My woman. My dream. The girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was disgusted by me. I had planned our marriage already, how many kids we could have and their names. I had planned how our mansion would look in banana island and how she'd give me the best sex ever, everyday for the rest of my life. It didn't matter that I hadn't asked her out yet or spoken more than five words to her daily for the past 3 months. She was supposed to be mine. And she was disgusted by me.

I know I get too emotional for a boy but still, it hurt so bad. That's when it happened. Suddenly I was walking in the hot sun along tech road in the University and the next moment I was in my room in Sango, about 7 kilometres away. I stumbled on nothing and gasped. What the hell! What the freaking hell just happened. My head pounded. My heat boiled. I stared to hyperventilate . And for the first time in my adult life, I passed out.

I woke up to pitch and complete darkness. I sat up slowly, the tenants of my headache fading away like a bad dream. I fumbled around for my phone and found my bag. I pulled my phone put of it and pressed the power button. 8:30 pm. I put on the phone torchlight and pointed it round the room. I was still in my room, still wearing the clothes I wore to class. Slowly the memory of what happened in the afternoon came back to me and I stood up immediately. I reached into my pocket and brought out the 100 naira I was supposed to use as transport. It happened. It really happened. I disappeared from school to appear in my room. That was teleportation. Which made me a teleporter. Excitement, confusion and fear fought for dominance in my mind. So I was not crazy but how did I get these powers?

"Gruuuukperepketepketete"

My stomach was expressing it's displeasure in a most embarrassing way. I opened my bucket of provisions and took out golden morn as its was the fastest food I had. In one minute I was gulping down big spoons of milky cereal down my throat. After five minutes I was done and sated. I stood up. It was time.

"Hiyah!"
"Fireeee!!"
"Gbuush! "
"Wingardium leviosa"
"Expectro Patronium"
"Opako Paradaaa!"
"Transform!"

I had been trying repeatedly to repeat my previous feat to no avail, and I had exhausted every magical and Latin term in my arsenal. Nothing. Not even one puff of power. I was exhausted and frankly angry. "Rubbish!" I hissed. I fell on my bed and landed on grass.

"Fuck!"