If you cannot see it, it doesn’t mean that it’s not there.
The Other World
A slim hooded figure, its cloak billowing behind, darted across the narrow cobbled street. There were patches of light emanating from the very few lampposts, a half of which were broken, piercing the deep darkness. Streets upon streets of dilapidated, boarded-up houses stood side by side, their windows cracked and shattered, next to a black river littered with rubbish.
There was a sense of neglect upon the place, as if it was uninhabited for centuries. Above the brick and wooden houses hovered a tall, ominous tower, ripping the distant skyline cleanly in half.
The figure continued, turning a corner to another, almost identical street. With its cloak streaming and rippling behind it on the cobble, it looked rather like an overgrown bat. Abruptly it stopped, its head swivelling to each side under the hood. Proving the street to be indeed deserted, the figure pulled out a skinny hand and pressed a bony finger to the closest lamppost.
With a load and an echoing crack there appeared a gateway, a rectangle of light, through which the figure proceeded. Whilst the surroundings shifted, rearranging into what seemed to be the centre of a village, the figure felt a strange sensation as if being pulled and pushed in all directions by an invisible flow of air.
The town was pleasant, with lights ablaze on each corner, bathing the streets in a warm golden glow, newly replenished sidewalks, and large houses arranged in a symmetrical pattern. Yet it was not at all that ordinary. If you were to look into any window in this town, you would find traces—and sometimes explosions—of magic.
That is what it was - an escape for witches and wizards that were hunted down by the government. Those that were called outlaws, simply because magic was their special gift, a gift that was a part of their being.
The place was protected by various spells and enchantments, however there was a person that could penetrate their protection. A person that, though he didn’t know it yet, had the power to see.

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