As he guides me through the maze of boxes, I start to wonder more and more whether this stuff is real. What if he really did just throw an apple at me? What if he traps me in here forever? I push these thoughts away. I trust Max, despite the rumors that go around about him. I stop and write, "How far is it? I'm getting tired." He smiles and says, "Not far. But I suppose we could rest for a moment." We sit in silence for a few minutes, then keep going. He says over his shoulder, "I hope you'll understand, I had to put it back this far to keep it hidden. And the magic it contains is so powerful, even with all the dampening spells I put on it, it still attracts anyone with magical abilities." I nod. He says, "We're almost there." He leads me up to a brick wall. I'm confused, and I think he knows this, then suddenly he says a word I don't understand in a sharp ancient tongue and holds up his hand. His hand is enveloped in a bask of golden light, with strange markings floating around. Then the wall we were standing in front of vanishes. I'm stunned. His smile grows even wider. "Just you wait. I have to disarm all the traps I have set. This is only a portion of the magic that's around here." He walks forward through the dark corridor that has appeared. As soon as I pass through, I'm hit with a dark cold feeling. He grabs my hand and the cold feeling diminishes slightly. "We have to hurry. My shield spell won't last for long." He rushes forward dragging me with him.
YOU ARE READING
Mad Max
General FictionThis is a story about a reclusive man and a mute boy who become unlikely friends who help each other in many ways.
