What would you do if you couldn't be seen at all?
Five years ago is the day that started our story. A child at the age of twelve, known as Trace, was roaming around the city he grew up in. He enjoyed seeing all the scenery: the multitude of shops, the bustle of the friendly people, and the occasional festivities were things he enjoyed a lot. On that day, he came across a new merchant. Now, if this merchant was normal, Trace would've just walked right past him without giving a care. However, this man carried unusual merchandise: books on how to kill people in less than 5 seconds, voodoo dolls that you could dress up as anyone you want, and potions that could result in multiple effects. Looking at all the items, Trace noticed a potion that made any wish come true. He asked the merchant how much the bottle was. "You have fine taste, my boy," the merchant said. "Because you're my first customer, I'll give you the potion for free. Just remember this: the wish you make is permanent. Only use this if you are sure of what you want." Trace thanked the man and walked home with the potion in his pocket.
'What could I wish for? Money? Love? Fame?' Trace thought as he was walking home with the bottle. He didn't have the chance to think more than, "Fame," though. He started walking through an alley which led straight to his house; walking any other way would take him an additional thirty minutes. Just then, a group of teenagers, maybe around the age of sixteen or seventeen, appeared in front of him. One of the guys in the group said, "Well, aren't you lost? We like to mess around with lost kids." A girl in the group pointed out, "Hey, look! He's about to cry!" Trace was a little scared, but not enough to cry. Trying to act strong, he told the group, "Why don't you take your sorry asses home before I kick them there myself?" Of course, everyone got angry at him for trying to act smart. "You're dead!" one of the guys yelled.
Trace ran as fast as he could away from them. Luckily, he was pretty fast on his feet. However, the guys chasing him were fast as well. He ducked into another alley. The group ran past the alley; not noticing that their target was hiding there. Trace started to pace back and force, thinking, 'What am I going to do?' He then remembered the potion he was given. "The wish you make is permanent," was what the merchant told him. He didn't care. All he wanted was to be unseen by them. He took the lid off of the bottle and drank the potion. "I wish I was invisible." Just then, his arms began to disappear, then his legs, his body, and finally his head. He could still feel everything on his body, but he couldn't see it. For the rest of his life, he would be invisible.
Five years later, Trace was walking amongst everyone in his city. He was seventeen now and still invisible. Apparently, the merchant knew what he was talking about when he said that the wish was permanent. Every day since then, he would walk amongst the people of his city, but they didn't know he was there. They would bump into him and feel him, but they couldn't see who it was that they bumped into. Today, however, someone would finally see him.
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