Imilia
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'In an instant, Professor Ernest Fox was back, coughing and making that face where it looked like someone was holding something particularly foul beneath his nose. “Livias just threatened to regurgitate his last meal, which happened to be mouse eggs.” He shivered. “If you don’t know what half-digested mouse eggs smell like, you certainly don’t want to find out!”' Does Erce know where to turn when a mysterious change grips her life and twists it hard? Nope. Not a clue. But she's sure glad that she's out of that revolting orphanage - she was dying slowly of boredom! Everything there was white, grey, stained, old, worn, mouldy.... The list goes on and on, really. Now, Erce isn't that type of person. She used to be shy, but after years at the orphanage, she couldn't help but talk back to the witches that ran the place! She craves adventure - but not TOO much adventure! When Professor Ernest Fox rescues her from the wretched orphanage, he seems like a saint. But then Erce finds out that his past is intertwined with hers - and her dead parents'! She quickly re-evaluates, and when he suggests that they go after the evil sorcerer of a new, fantastical world, she thinks he may be a bit bonkers. However, he's provided an adequate amount of help navigating her way around Imilia, finding out all about her parents, and helping her develop the powers of her imagination... But she doesn't really know him at all. She can trust him... Right? If her parents could, she can. And so the journey begins to locate and defeat the great wizard and bring peace to Imilia. BUT... Then what happens? And... In her haste... Did she forget to turn off the tap in Professor Fox's upstairs bathroom?
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