Back when I was young, back when I still had Magic and all my friends Gathered.

[Great Unclean One: VK]

Discuss the concept of magic and regale the forum with memories most dear to you about magic and how you once believed in it.

 

[spoiler= Story]

 

Back in my childhood, I use to believe in magic. As such, I asked my dad's friend about stories.

 

The stories he told me always included magical creatures and items. He told me that if I asked my ancestors at my family altar, they could give grant me wishes. As such, I always prayed to some far off and distant ancestor, asking for magic. I often prayed to something that looked alot like a pissed off imperial soldier or something. Back then, with the lights off, the red glow of candles and a pissed off statue would scare the sheet out of you.

 

One evening, my dad for once decided for a lil bonding. We just went around for a drive, he hardly spoke, I asked him about our family history and teh such.

 

Now, back then, I thought that statue answered my wish. I always wanted to bond with my dad (even though he always hated it). But then I learned he was just wasting time just to go to his friend's house to go gamble and drink.

 

 

 

 

*awaits "Cool Story Bro" post*

[OmegaWave]

Horrible Story Bro. Never post this again.