"Damn you
Alexander. You don't understand what you did. You used the spell
Mirage put in the book and followed it to the letter, didn't you? You
followed unwaveringly, and now... " Theodore's voice trailed off
as Marlene cried out in pain from the thrashing within her womb, the
spell controlling her mind weakening from the pain ravaging her body.
Alexander watched in
rapt fascination, his aged visage taking in the groans of his
sorceress with what could only be described as glee. "

Part 2.
Time passed, whether
it was days or months or years, Theodore had no clue. Food was
scarce, that is, until he managed to conjure a thin gruel with what
little power he could pool up. His body normally was able to heal
itself within hours, however that was when all the parts could
re-attach themselves, within a day after that he would be back to at
least half strength. However, with the runes on the walls and the
sealed door, nothing was getting in to him.
Only one working
lung did not h

The viewing audience for the launch
was immense. The fields around the launch facility were covered with
people. News crews jockeyed for the best position to view the launch.
Free food and beverages, provided by TW Inc. circulated through the
crowd. The viewing audience on the television and internet was
estimated to be near a billion people. For today, Theodore Watkins
would pilot an experimental craft of his own design and attempt to
reach space without the use of a rocket booster.
The chatte

I sat down in the theatre, pulling out my notebook and pen at the same time. As a correspondent for the local paper on local news going on within the city, it was my duty to expose this charlatan who was going to be up on stage tonight. Being an ex-magician myself, it was not going to take much for me to pull his magic tricks apart.


A small, almost timid man stepped up to the stage, his clothing that of the common man. I scoffed as I wrote down his appearance; what kind of magician would wa