Aedan's POV
I waited. I tapped my foot nervously on the cobblestone street. I peeked up the line, assessing its length.
"Hello, sir. Would you like to buy a very powerful wand for only three bucks?" A salesman smiled greasily at me, opening his coat wide, to show half a dozen wands strapped to the inner lining.
"No, thank you."
"I'll make it two bucks just for you." The man winked at me and, disgusted, I dug around in my pocket for some loose change.
"Wise man, you are sir."
"That's what they tell me." I muttered, handing him the gold coins. "Give the your most powerful wand you got there. And make sure it works."
The sound of an opening door caught the salesman's attention, and he looked up sharply.
"Aedan! Stop! Don't you even-" she screamed at me, trotting out of the building.
But she was too late. As usual. The salesman vanished. Deep into what, I assumed, was a vortex. What I didn't realize was that karma is most definitely a bitch, and that this decision would haunt me, for a long time.
A very long time.
