"You will have to die." I stared at the man across from me. "Make no mistake, I mean exactly what I said. If you're going to do this," he pointed a finger at my chest, "Will die. Your wife will weep, your siblings will mourn your passing, and the world will know that Michael Gray is dead."
I paused and had no response. Not right away. I needed to think about how it was that I'd gotten to this point. I was never sure where to start any story. Something always came before the point you wanted to start, and something always came before that. There really was no beginning, just a whole series of middles.
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I suppose for me the story started when I was a child. I always had a very active imagination. Part of me always knew that the world was magical. Fairy tales, ghosts, magic, heck even Santa Claus, these things weren't myth, they were reality. Don't confuse my imagination with gullibility. I was very bright and understood reality. I just didn't accept it. I always felt that there was more to life than the 'real world' as everyone accepted it.
So I guess that's why even that day in early June, I was ready to believe in magic. I was a few weeks from my thirty ninth birthday and my wife and I were at a family reunion. My mother's family was Italian heritage and the family reunions for that side of the family were always boisterous and wild affairs. You could never keep track of all the new family members that would show up every year, and so it was no surprise when I met the young man in his early twenties who introduced himself as Adam Saks.
Adam was a little evasive as to who's son he was or exactly who's relation he was, but at our reunions everyone was family. Plus he'd brought two hug pans of lasagna for the pot luck table that was absolutely fantastic. The keg of beer he brought didn't hurt his acceptance either. So we just all accepted that he was some distant relation and let it go at that.
Adam was a generally likable guy and while he didn't talk much, was a hell of a listener. Once he admitted he was an amateur magician, all the younger cousins clustered around him and watched him make coins appear from behind their ears, and all manner of card tricks and slight of hand. But it wasn't till late at night that Adam approached me specifically.
I'd chatted with him earlier, but this conversation was different. He asked me a lot of personal questions. Talked about how I was dealing with losing my job earlier that year. Being a teacher for several years, long enough to have tenure, I thought I'd be safe from the economic downturn lately. But even tenure couldn't help when your entire position was cut. As we drank beer, he got more and more personal. The fact that my wife and I hadn't been able to have kids of our own was a sore subject, but somehow I didn't mind talking about it with him.
Finally, well after dark and as most extended family members were packing up their cars and leaving the park where we had the reunion, he admitted something to me. "I'm a wizard you know Mike," he told me in all seriousness. "I have real magic, not just card tricks."
For some odd reason, I believed him. I always felt like magic was real, why couldn't this young man be a wizard? I shrugged my shoulders, something about him just screamed at me that he was being completely honest. "So, what, like you have a magic wand or throw fireballs or make rabbits actually appear out of hats?"
Adam chuckled at me, "No magic wands Mike, though I could create fire or a rabbit if I wanted. But that's a lot more crass than I normally like. I choose much more subtle magic, maybe you'd be more comfortable thinking of me as a psychic or a mentalist?"
I smiled, even though I believed him, this sounded like a bit of a dodge. Cold reading people could often give results that seemed like magic. But somehow he seemed to know what I was thinking. "You aren't sure if you believe me or not, that's understandable. But have you noticed that we've been sitting here talking for an hour and not a single member of our extended family has come up to us to talk to us?"
I looked around. We were under a park pavilion with two dozen picnic benches and tables, but the entire time Adam and I had been talking not one other person had joined us. That might have been forgivable if it weren't for the fact that Adam had brought the quarter keg in it's tub of ice with him over to our table. The lure of beer would have brought people to our table if nothing else.
In fact, even though it was getting late, most of the other picnic tables were full of people laughing, drinking, and talking. But Adam and I were alone at our table, and more so, no one was even looking in our direction. I could see my wife on the other side of the pavilion talking to a third or fourth cousin of mine who she had made friends with. It was like Adam and I were our own little island of solitude even though we were surrounded by people.
"Huh," I grunted, as I looked around.
"It's because," Adam explained, "I cast a spell on this table. No one even realizes that it's here at the moment. It's not invisible, it's just that they don't see it here. It's in their minds, or I guess I should say it's not in their minds."
The look on my face must have said everything I was thinking because he sighed and pointed towards the baseball diamond nearby. Now that the sun had begun to set the younger kids had vacated it and were off watching DVDs in minivans, playing on their portable game systems, or running around in the large empty grass area of the park. "I'll show you," Adam said, "Get up from the table and walk a few feet away. Then turn around and look for me. I'll stay right here, I'll finish this beer, then meet you at the dugout of the baseball field. If you can see me after you get up from the table, you know I'm a fraud."
He smiled, and I thought he was nuts, but I had to pee anyways and was ready to stretch my legs. I had arthritis set in early and now just a few weeks from 39 I got very stiff and sore if I sat for too long. Plus I should go check in on my wife. Renee had been on her own for the last hour that I'd been talking to Adam, and normally didn't like being left alone that long.
I stood up and walked over to her. She looked at me with an annoyed look on her face that I was getting more and more used to seeing. Our marriage wasn't great, and I thought that my absence for the last hour had annoyed her. Then as I got to her she sighed slightly and I realized that I was wrong. She wasn't upset that I was gone, she was upset that I was here again.
"Hello dear," I said, "I haven't seen you in a bit, I just wanted to make sure that everything was ok."
She rolled her eyes at me, "Fine, I'm just chatting with your cousin here." Her voice was curt and clipped. It wasn't one that said she really felt like she wanted me about.
I nodded and hiked a thumb over my shoulder, "I've just been chatting with Adam. Just let me know if..." I paused. I had turned to point at Adam and the table where we were sitting, but couldn't see him. The table I'd left moments ago was gone. But it wasn't, was it? I knew right where it should be, but I couldn't see it. There wasn't an open spot, there were just two tables next to each other just like the rest of the rows of tables.
I shook my head, wait a second how was that possible, where was the table with Adam? I tried to count the tables in that row. I knew that there were four rows of picnic tables, with six tables in each one, a few feet apart from each other. I looked at the row where Adam and I had been sitting, one two three four five. Only five tables in that row. But how come it looked correct? My mind started swimming and I felt the way you do if you look at one of those magic eye posters for too long.
I blinked and my wife had already turned back to her conversation with my distant cousin. Wait, I was confused, why couldn't I see the extra table? My eyes crossed and uncrossed as I stared at the spot where I thought I had just been sitting. Slowly a fog seemed to settle on me. I must have been mistaken about the whole thing. There was no table, no quarter keg, no Adam. I must be drunk. Sure, drunk, that was it. Maybe I should go pee.
After coming out of the john I glanced back at the picnic pagoda. I gasped. There WAS a table in that spot. Now there were several people sitting at it, pumping beer out of the quarter keg that had vanished earlier. I looked to my left and saw a bit of movement over at the dugout by the baseball field. Adam said he'd be over there. So I hurried over to him.
Sure enough, he was at the dugout. He was sitting on the bench leaning against the cinder block wall. "I told you," he said. "You couldn't see the table till I left it, could you?"
I nodded, "I wasn't even sure that it existed even though we'd just been sitting there." I admitted.
He smiled and said, "Just like everyone else isn't aware that this dugout exists anymore. I've used magic to make everyone else look elsewhere and forget that wherever I am exists."
I knew what he was saying was true, but I couldn't quite accept it. "But I mean... how... I mean, they really can't see it?"