It was Thursday, February 5 and I was walking down a hallway to get to terminal 6F6, yes it was a very large airport, to fly out to my next magic gig in Denver, Colorado from London. I was almost late for a flight that I would regret taking. In hindsight I hadn't realized that F was the sixth letter of alphabet making the terminal number 666. I get on the plane and a flight attendant greets me with a voice that sounds like hundreds of dagger scraping stone. I sat in Row 13, Seat 3. It seemed as if it was 1st class even though I only paid 666.13 cents for the flight. Before I dozed off, like I always do on flights, in the corner of my eye I saw a little glow coming from the emergency exit and I started getting curious. I sauntered over to where the exit was but it wasn't there anymore but, while I was over there I needed to use the restroom. I stepped into the restroom, it was very cramped and it reeked of sweat, blood and the worst perfume. I wanted to go back to my seat but, my bladder had other ideas. After I let out all I needed to, I washed my hands and headed out of the washroom when I saw the glow again, I opened the door and a chunk of rock was just sitting there glowing with a little rat as well, the rat was dead. I carefully lifted the rock off of the floor, I didn't want to end up like the rat, and walked back to my seat and then the woman beside me asked me what I do for a living. I said to her "I am a magician." She replied "My son would really like to see a magic trick." Her son was a little red head unlike his mother. He was really excitable and when I did the magic trick it actually worked but, then I blanked out. I dreamt that I was falling it seemed like an hour but, it was only seventeen minutes. In the dream when I hit the ground pain shot up through my whole back but a split second later it subsided and the scene changed. I was in a very serene, pure platform of a train station and my dead father was standing there talking to someone that wasn't there. I strutted towards him and called to him but, couldn't hear me. So I yelled louder and his head swiveled around on his shoulders and I screamed. He asked me why I was there and told me to take the next train, whatever that meant. Then, I awoke on an island in a cave and there was a message 'Find the 7th cave and free my soul'. It sounded as if the rock meant something so reached into my pocket and it was gone leaving only silvery dust collected in my pocket. I turned around to look for it and saw a ghost writing in the air 'P.S. use the rock' and the ghost dissipated. I recognized the ghosts face, the greatest alchemist, Nicholas Flamel. The cave had a certain grasp to a certain feeling, hope. After thinking about the idea of the seventh cave, every cave must have a feeling to it and I thought that the 7th cave was fear because Nicholas Flamel was an alchemist which means he was trapped by something he feared the most. I picked the rock up and a word came to my mind ' Levio' I called it out and a boulder lifted out of the ground creating a passageway for escape. I had to be brave even though I had some suspicions about the tunnel but, it was the only way to get off the island. I jumped down the hole was a short fall but, the ground hurt, so it didn't matter. I just felt like I wanted to grab all the gold that was sitting there. Then the rock wrote ' 2nd cave, greed' I tried to control myself but it was hard. I saw the exit and ran to get out but then a lizard, it was pretty big lizard, hissed " Give it back." Then it swiped at my head and air rushed past my head and then the ghost came and possessed the lizard and calmed it down. I kept running towards the light and burst out to find a seagull pooping on the ground. I set up a makeshift tent inside the cave. It was made of tree branches and ferns. It was cozy especially since the lizard surrounded my tent keeping in the heat. When I woke up footprints were appearing in the sand and there was a WSSW 31.79368 mile per hour wind was blowing across the sand and would cover the tracks if I didn't follow them now. I took down the tent and the lizard made a small whimper of sadness because I was leaving. It was hard to push against the wind but, I persevered and finally made it through the wind I noticed I was in a tunnel and the last cave was love because I love beaches and WSSW 31.79368 mile per hour winds. A bunch of women were surrounding me because they lived here and no one ever came past this place so it was a new thing for them and then I made a big mistake and said that I needed to go and then they attacked me and since I had no defense against them they tied me to a stake to sacrifice me to the elder to get out of the cave she lived in. They took out a match and set fire to a pile of wood and got me ready to burn and put some oil on me. Then a flash of light burst out blinding the women and setting them on fire and I felt like I wanted to help them even though they tried to kill me so I told them to go towards the end of the tunnel and run for it. It was the 4th cave, compassion. Then in the distance I heard a growl and then a yell as if someone was having a temper tantrum. I kept walking and almost fell off of a cliff and then another yell came out of the chasm and another word popped into my mind 'fluvon' and when I called it out and fluid, it was water if you're wondering, spewed out of the rock and the yelling stopped and a gurgling noise came from the chasm and I jumped in. When I hit the bottom I landed in something suspicious but, I didn't care I had to get out of there. I looked up and then I saw the monster that defended the next cave, will, but, first that was the cave of rage. I was just so mad that the monster was in the way it just vapourized in front of my face so I kept going. I got into the last cave before the cave with Nicholas Flamel inside of it but there was nothing inside of the cave so I just walked through to the last cave, fear. I appeared right beside a container with a tiny little piece of glowing gas. I smashed the glass and the spirit flew out and thanked me and told me to throw the dust in my pocket at the ground so I did and I appeared in Denver.
