As she looked out over the scorched plains, she could still feel the tremble of magic in the warm air. Sniffing, she could smell faint traces of pine, fear and magic ink. She smiled grimly; she was on the right track.
She'd been tracking this wizard for what felt like ages now. He'd stolen a valuable tome from a temple, and in increasingly mad attempts to hold on to the thing, he'd destroyed pretty much everything in his path.
She heard a cough behind her, and she spun, suddenly facing the wizard.
He held up his hands. "Please, let us make a deal."
"... I'm listening."
Author's note: The thieving wizard makes a grand return!
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Tiny Stories Part 2
KurzgeschichtenMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
