Wynn

I wake up to something shattering, I sit up in bed, someone is yelling. There are more than one voice, it sounds like my dad and someone else. Somone I recognize but cant place. I walk down the staircase slowly, I peer into the living room/ kitchen through the gaps in the staircase. I see my dad and someone else I can only see the other persons back. they are shouting at each other, I can only pick up a few of the words. The other guy takes something from the back of his jeans. Before I realize it’s a gun it’s already pointed at my dad. My dad is pleading for his life I can hear it in his voice. My eyes start tearing up, the other guy is talking about something revolving money and laws. I can’t really hear what they’re saying, they are too far away. Then I hear my dad mention me “w...what about wynn are you really going to take his father away from him?” my dad pleads “oh common mike are you really going to pull that card? You did this to yourself” there is only one person that cales my dad mike and that’s my godfather. “please” my father pleads tears running down his chin. “where is wynn anyway, maybe we should bring him down here to hear what a disgraceful person his father is toward the magical world?” my godfather snickered towards my dad. “no he’s not home he’s at a friends house for a sleepover” my dad said trying to sound convincing, he looked up at me our eyes meeting. He put his head down not looking at me anymore. My dad was good at hiding his expressions just good enough for my godfather not to notice. “Hmm who?” my godfather asked, I knew who my godfather would know who it was, let’s hope my dad knew. I held my breath more then I was already doing. “Brien” my dad mumbled “okey that I can believe, you know he will never know what killed his father, and I know I stand in the testament as his legal guardian if you were to die” my godfather said. One minute I was staring at them taking and then my godfather raised the gun towards my dad’s head, my dad didn’t have a chance to plead before my godfather shot him. My dad fell to the ground, blood pulling under him. A Squeal escaped me, I held my hand over my mouth to stop myself from making any more noise. It seems like my godfather didn’t hear it, he turned towards the door and before he left he spelt a concealment spell over the house he walked out of the house leaving my father to bleed to death. I waited 20 second after the door closed and I heard car drive away until I ran downstairs, kneeling over my dad flipping him over on his back. he was already dead, tears started running down my cheeks. “no…NO come on you can do it” I called his name he didn’t respond. Then an idea came to mind, I had been trying some necromancy things lately, my dad had always said it wasn’t worth it, that it was dangerous. But I had to try for him. I took some of his blood on my hands tears running down my cheeks I was crying like I had never cried before, like all my feelings where bottled up and I could finally let them out. I smeared his blood around my palms I started the incantation “I will take from me and give to you, I give you my heart my life magic I give you some of it so you may live” I say slowly less confident “I will take from me and give to you, I give you my heart my life magic I give you some of it so you may live!” I say almost screaming, I hope that it’s enough I fall to my knees I can feel that I’m drained from magic. I cry and cry, I’m sobbing. “what’s the matter wynn” I hear in my dad’s voice, I look up there he is siting in his blood but he’s alive. He sems to remember, the look on his face is horrified, “but I died?” he says so quiet I almost don’t hear him, his brain is working overtime trying to figure out what happened “you, you saved me?” he murmurs. I faint into his arms, before I’m totally out I hear him “you shouldn’t have”.