The New Real World

Hunter paused to consider what he'd just done when he heard a knock at his door. His head snapped around to the entry before turning back to Carl.

"Whacha doing looking at me mate? It's your driver, you open the door."

"Right..." he muttered and nodded before doing as Carl had said. But Uber drivers didn't leave their vehicles... Hunter opened the doorway to find a man whom he had never seen before yet had known all his life standing in front of him.

"Master Curze, the car awaits. I hope you're ready to go sir." The accent was English, posh and refined, but the tone told Hunter the other man knew he wasn't ready. He'd heard it since he was a child, from a man he'd never met before that moment.

"Jeeves." Hunter said dumbfounded.

"Present sir. And eager to depart. Your flight leaves in two and one half hours. We mustn't delay."

Plane!? He was going to take the bus! But why would he take a bus when his parents owned a private jet. Of course they'd send it to pick him up. Wait! What? A private jet!? His parents weren't rich, his dad was a city planner and his mom was an administrative assistant!

Yet they weren't.

Memories flooded Hunter's mind of his dual lives, one as the son of a hopelessly middle-class family and the other as a privileged child of two very powerful and influential sorcerers. His father was a private contractor that made millions weaving powerful spells into city infrastructure, diverting waterways, creating ultra-dense construction materials that were lighter than physically possible. Meanwhile his mother worked with the government casting security enchantments on government buildings, installations, and vessels making sure they can't be infiltrated. Magic was an ultra-rare commodity, and practitioners could charge ludicrous sums for its use.

Hunter shut his eyes, pressed his head into his hand and groaned as his mind tried to reconcile his two histories. What was real? What wasn't? He knew one was, but that past didn't exist anymore. The world was different now. He'd changed it! With nothing more than a statement he'd changed the entire fucking world!

"Holy Fucking Shit." He whispered.

"I beg your pardon sir?"

"Uh nothing. Sorry Jeeves I'll just be a moment. Still packing." Hunter responded and quickly went back to the task at hand, before stopping. His parents were spell casters now, the whole point of the wish was to gain magical powers. Not that he didn't already have them in a manner of speaking. He held out his hand towards his suitcase, fingers spread and tried to will his packing done, like he was using The ****.

Nothing.

"Is everything alright sir?" Jeeves asked.

"Uh I think so. Just trying to cast a spell." He said before thinking. 'Maybe it works like Harry Potter? I need to speak an incantation with a wand.' He looked around his dorm room while Jeeves and Carl shared a look. Hunter's quick glance couldn't cause him to recall where he'd put it. A pain shot through his temple, and he winced.

"What do you mean spell. You don't have magic mate." Carl said somewhat worried.

"Indeed mister Hanson is correct sir, your parents' gift regretfully skipped you. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

'Of course it did.' Hunter thought to himself disappointed. 'Fuck!'

"Uh... y-yeah I'm fine guys thanks. Of course you're right. Sorry. I just try it occasionally to see if maybe I'm a... late bloomer." Hunter lied but didn't really want to talk about it more. He hurried through the rest and once satisfied that he had everything he needed stated. "Alright I'm ready. Let's go."

"As you say sir." Jeeves said taking one of the bags himself.