Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
Link to part one.
I’m going on a journey, the old man said. Keep studying, I’ll soon be back.
Mirk nodded. His master slowly faded and disappeared.
For years he had been studying hard, though time worked differently here than back home. He had read so many books, calculated so many formulas. He’d learnt how to change little thing around him, make things appear out of nothing, duplicate, shrink and float in the air.
It was the first time he had the house for himself….
He woke up on a bed in a small room. There were no sheets on the mattress. He was sure there had been yesterday.
Oh, delightful yesterday.
Maybe she’d taken them away to clean them. He looked around the room. His clothes were gone, too. Strange.
The room had two doors. One leading out of the cabin, where he came in. The one on the other side of the room was half open….
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