《The Forsakens》Olga's Legs
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"To strengthen the mind, one needs imagination, determination, and belief in oneself. You have to really wish for it, you have to imagine it happening and you have to believe that it will happen; whatever it is. Otherwise, it won't become a reality, even if it does; it will be weaker."
After Mr. Hakki has told those basic needs for mages, he dismissed the class saying;
Mr. Hakki: "Try it studs, try to at least visualize what you imagine. Concentration is also important. See you tomorrow."
And he left the class.
Olga: "Will you try?"
Sakar: "I will."
Olga: "But he didn't teach us about mana."
Sakar went to the front of the blackboard without speaking, wondering what to wish for, acting as a cool person in front of Olga. He thought inside that it is hard to wish for a random thing. Olga was watching him with curious eyes. While he was thinking about random things, his eyes caught sight of the wonderful white smooth legs of Olga. Even though her skirt was considered short, he wanted to see more. He was cursing the skirt in his mind for even existing so wished for it to disappear without he, himself realizing. He was thinking about a fire at the same time. The fire's image and the skirt's image overlapped each other in his mind while he was thinking about how wonderful an ass Olga would have. Suddenly Olga's skirt caught fire. She was sitting so she stood up and got a panicked expression. She was shocked but was not screaming, standing still, watching the fire burning her skirt from bottom to top. She snapped out of it only after almost half of the skirt got burned. She raised her right arm to call strong wind towards herself. She extinguished the fire but half of her skirt got burned.
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She began to smile again. Sakar had a troubled expression on his face. He was using hand gestures meaning "It was not my fault.". Olga began to move towards him slowly while smiling like nothing happened. Sakar had many thoughts but the one he wanted to believe most was "Maybe she wants to hug or kiss me, I am handsome after all.". She got closer with each step. Sakar dropped the idea of resisting. When there was no distance between them, Olga touched his cheeks with her delicate hands. Sakar stopped defending himself, melted on the moment he is touched by a beautiful girl.
She hit him with her knee right on his balls. Without disturbing her smile she whispered.
Olga: "If you do that again, you won't be able to use it again."
While she was saying that Sakar was writhing on the ground. She went back and took her bag. Right before she was leaving, she turned back and waved her hands saying "Bye, see you tomorrow." with an energetic tone like nothing ever happened.
15 minutes later.
Sakar's pain got bearable so he stood up. He was contemplating about the magic he used. He closed his eyes and imagined a ball of fire in his hand. When he opened his eyes back, he uttered: "For f*ck's sake, I really have aptitude!". Sakar was feeling conflicted. Remembered his foster mother Helen, how she died under the power of magic. It was time to make a decision.
"I need the power to take revenge."
"There are other powers in the world."
"I have an aptitude towards magic."
"Olga has amazing legs."
"I hate magic."
"But I have seen more of her legs because of magic."
"I have to destroy the magic country."
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"I don't want to lower myself to mage's level."
"Everybody hates magic in the City of Old Marmara."
"Olga has amazing legs."
"She has better legs than any woman I have seen in my magazines."
"I need magic."
"I eat the things I don't like too, why the hell should not I use tools I hate?"
"Teacher is right, the knife has no fault but the user."
"Olga is at fault for having those magnificent legs."
"Mages are powerful, even though I hate them, I have to give it to them."
"I can be powerful too."
"I can see the ass of Olga."
"That would kill Jr. Sakar."
"I am afraid of my imagination."
"If I imagine myself f*cking her, would that become reality?"
"God, help me! I know you exist."
"Olga's legs are proof of God's existence."
"Life is hard, forcing me to chose."
"I have to accept my fate."
"I will become a mage that slays others mages."
"I want to f*ck Olga so bad."
Sakar left the classroom to head back to the dorm.
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It was a simple day like any other one. No particular thing seemed important at all. But on that very day, there has been a fate changing decision in a classroom. The fate of many to be affected by it.
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