Osran's Meditation

 

Osran, a young wizard of the Order of the Hidden Gateway, didn't mind his incarceration too much. They fed him twice a day and kept his water jug full. He had a window to look out when he was bored. It was not much worse than university.

He had his spell book which the two city guards had not tried to take. Being mostly illiterate and entirely ignorant of a wizard's - even a young one's - power, the guards only took his small dagger.

Osran smiled at the memory. The two jelly heads thought they were safe. No dagger, no danger.

He stepped back from the window and opened his ornate leather spellbook and began meditating.

"What would be fun, today?" he asked silently.

He felt a familiar cool breeze flow through his mind. The book said, "We could turn the bars into licorice twists. Or maybe turn a guard's member into a limp noodle?"

Osran chuckled. "You're naughty."

"You know it, babe," the spellbook echoed in his mind.

"As long as I get free food and a place to study, I think I'll stay a little longer," Osran said.

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