Fear, love... and betrayal; that's what I feel about my new life.
It's a life I never asked for, at least not like that.
I certainly dreamed of adventure, of escaping from my ordinary life, but nothing prepared me for what would happen when my norma...
"When I was at the library today I read the inscription on the book that I saw the three of you with earlier. What is it?"
"It's a special book of spells. This one is especially for unblocking enchanters. It's rare to find a magician that doesn't have access to their powers. Either she was put under a spell, or, like you, she was kept from the world of magic. Gisèle brought the spell book over from a group in England. You were supposed to read the inscription tonight, but it's just as well that you already have as that will speed up the process.
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But now we should leave; Charles is waiting for us at his place."
The old woman's enthusiasm is contagious. I feel more and more comfortable with her and I wonder if my mother was as jovial as Gertrude? To my great pleasure we leave the woman's den and walk toward the equally decrepit garage beside the house.
"Why is the house in such a state? You seem like a woman who has it all together, why are you letting it all fall apart like that?"
"In fact, that goes along with the banishment. You see, it keeps curiosity-seekers away; even you who were so close by, you thought the house was abandoned. Well, let's go and see if my old jalopy is still in working condition, I haven't used it in more than a decade."
"A decade! It'll never start up." She's dreaming in color, the poor woman, I think to myself, looking at her incredulously.
"Dear, you under-estimate our people. We've improved everything that humans created and our cars have a self-sustaining system. The car could be completely rusted out and still start up like a charm. I was just saying that to tease you. I'm sure that it'll start up."
With one quick movement she bends and grabs the rusted handle of the wooden door and in one fell swoop she raises it, making the door-raising mechanism creak and groan. IN-CRE-DI-BLE!
"Two eyes of a toad and an asp's tongue every morning and you'll have the same energy I do!"
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I can't help but wonder how that could possibly taste. It's like when you see a skunk on the side of the road and your curiosity pushes you to smell it even though you know that the odor will be repugnant.
