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"Children see truth faster than sages for they have not yet learned to explain it away."
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Magic had rules.
At least, that's what Zatanna Zatara had always been taught.
Rule one: Every spell must have an equal cost.
Rule two: No power is infinite.
Rule three: Never trust a being whose aura has no color.
And yet the man sitting on her father's porch — sipping tea like it was the most natural thing in the world — broke all three.
The Aura That Shouldn't Exist
King didn't radiate the normal shimmer of life force.
Most people had a color — faint and hazy like heat above sand.
Even non-mages did. Her father glowed silver and deep violet, a mixture of intellect and order.
Soren shimmered with flickers of blue flame — the residue of sorcery.
But King?
King had nothing.
No aura. No pulse of arcana. Not even the faint whisper of existence.
It was like looking at the space between seconds.
Yet when he moved, the world seemed to adjust around him — air flowing slightly faster, gravity whispering, reality tensing as though bracing itself.
Zatanna tried not to stare.
She failed.
"You're doing it again." King said without turning, his tone casual but with the weight of someone who always knew. "You're peeking into the weave."
Zatanna froze mid-blink. "I— I wasn't—"
He smiled faintly. "It's alright. You should. Curiosity is the start of real magic."
Her father's voice drifted from the doorway. "Zatanna, don't pry into guests without permission."
"But he's—" She began.
"I know," Zatara said quietly. "That's exactly why."
Conversations in Candlelight
Later that evening, when King and her father discussed wards and leyline disturbances, Zatanna snuck into the study, listening from the staircase.
Zatara: "You tore Tunguska open. Some circles say it rewrote three continental fault lines."
King: "Correction — I straightened them. They were messy."
Zatanna nearly gasped.
Straightened fault lines? Like one would fix creased paper?
Zatara's tone darkened. "You act without boundaries."
King's voice was calm — almost tired. "Boundaries are useful for those who need them. I prefer responsibility."
"And who judges when you've gone too far?"
King took a slow sip of tea.
"The world." He said simply. "It always does."
Even her father went silent at that.
The Girl and the God-Man
When the discussion ended and King stood to leave, Zatanna ran after him into the garden.
"Wait!"
He turned, one brow raised.
"I…" she faltered. "I wanted to ask something."
"Ask."
"You're not… human, are you?"
King's expression didn't change. The faint hum of the King Engine beneath his chest slowed, soft — like a giant's heartbeat heard from miles away.
"Human," he said finally, "is a definition of limitation. I used to be. Then I kept saying yes — to things that should've been impossible."
"That sounds lonely."
For the first time, he smiled — not in power, not in irony, but almost in pain.
"It is."
Zatanna hesitated, then took something from her pocket — a tiny charm she'd been making earlier, a silver ring threaded with violet thread.
"It's for protection," She said shyly. "You probably don't need it, but… maybe you can use it for luck?"
He took it, turning it between fingers that could level mountains yet handled it like glass.
"Thank you, little magician."
Then, in a gesture that felt ancient, he flicked his finger — and the ring shimmered.
When she looked closely, she saw faint constellations twinkling within the thread — like he'd folded a piece of night sky into it.
"Now it protects you, too." He said while giving it to her. "Magic works best when it's shared."
She blinked in awe. "That's not a spell I've ever seen!"
"That's because it's not a spell," King said, stepping away. "It's a promise made manifest."
The Words of Her Father
After King vanished in a soundless leap — gone between breaths — Zatanna turned to her father.
"Who is he, really?" She whispered.
Zatara looked toward the stars where King had disappeared.
"Something that came after humanity," he murmured. "And something that still loves it enough to stay."
He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Remember, my daughter — power that refuses to conquer but chooses to protect, is the rarest magic of all."
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Zatanna looked down at the ring — still warm, still glowing faintly with cosmic light — and smiled.
For the first time in her young life, she didn't feel afraid of the dark.
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