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Quite pleased! I like that! Plus, I've never been good at writing histories and prologues. So, now for Clover!
Clover ~
I sat quietly, listening with fascination to Prince Ephraim, while sipping Pabulum, which tasted very much like mint and honeysuckle. Prince Ephraim was always an interesting person to talk to, though I did very little of the talking. But I always thorughly enjoyed simply listening. Dewey always did the talking for me, being as, we'd been friends for as long as I could remember.
"And, the vampires left, forming a sort of community of their own, as we all know," Prince Ephraim continued. "There is the occasional conflict between a citizen of Ittalnys and a vampire, those encounters are rather rare." I shuddered. The idea of meeting a vampire was scary enough, but the thought of one coming after you… I looked up, and glanced out the window. The sun was already starting to set. I sighed. "I've got to go. I don't like being out after dark." Dewey nodded, and stood as well. "Thanks for the story and Pabulum," he said, and followed me out. We headed off, the both of us living on opposite side of town. I looked around. Children ran and played in the streets. Neighbors chatted merily with one another. It was a peaceful town, and things went smoothly. But I had noticed as of recently, that animals were disappearing, and meat was becoming scarce. We all had vegetable gardens of course, but it still worried people. I could tell. And I worried what would come of it.
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So, as we suggested earlier, a vampire kills a friend, since he couldn't find an animal. So, something is happening to cause the animals to disappear?
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Dewey ~
As we walked back home, I remembered that we had a lesson with the wise Haywood, our instructor in magical arts. We went to the cottage with Haywood's other apprentices and waited.
"Hello, my fine students!" said Haywood. "I have a surprise for you today." We waited patiently but excitedly, for Haywood usually brought some most intriguing things to class. He opened his box, and out popped a large… scroll.
He pulled a bunch of other scrolls out of the bag, and handed one to each student. "You will practice these spells until the lesson has ended," he told us. "When it is over, I shall look and see how good you are at the job. And the best shall recieve…" Haywood pulled a creature in a cage out of the box. It was a Cornu!
Cornus were furry little humanoids with horns on their heads. The horns could provide anything you could possibly want, so long as it costed, at most, 50 Pencuniams. "So," said Haywood, "Get going!"
We spent the rest of the lesson practicing until Haywood sounded a loud ding! "Let's test your skills."
We all went up to him and he asked each one of us to accomplish a different challenge that the spells would help us do. When I got up, Haywood said, "All right, Dewey, if you have mastered your work correctly, you should be able to turn me into a dandelion seed."
I concentrated, stood still, and… whoosh! I spun my RAP (Robe of Abilites Particular), and there was a blinding light. When it disappeared, where Haywood had been was… an enormous dandelion seed the size of a person. After a moment, Haywood returned to his original Form, and said, "Mr. Lloyd, when thinking of what you wished me to become, you neglected to account for size. Please refer to your scroll."
I looked at the scroll, and darted to a bottom column which read, "Size matters. If you wish to turn an adversary into an insect so you may have the upper hand, you must remember that insects are smaller than yourself. Concentrate on the size of the desired Form when casting the spell. If you do not, you may find yourself in the jaws of an unusually large insect (your opponent) that might devour you. Many warlocks have made such mistakes, and they are easily avoided when you remember that size matters."
I rolled up the scroll and walked back to my seat. In the end, the prize was awarded to Pluck Gobsmacker, who transformed Haywood's desk into a perfect warthog. "Ha!" Pluck said after the lesson. He imitated Haywood's deep voice, "Ohhhh, Mr. Llyod, you did not quite siiiize it right!"
I was mad. "Pluck deserves to be taught a lesson," I told Clover as we walked home. "By who?" inquired Clover. I grinned mischievously. "I think I know just the thing."
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And now it's your turn, BHR, either to edit or continue the story!
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Clover ~
I knew that look. Dewey had a plan. I clasped my hands, rocking back and forth, waiting for Dewey to tell me. "Here's what we're going to do," he said, leaning in, whispering in my ear. As I listened, I grinned. The plan was genius.
I waited, enclosed in shadows of a side alley, a small ball looking very much like a Christmas tree ornament, grasped in one hand. Dewey was concealed behind some large crates on the opposite side of the tree. We'd chosen this section because not many people traversed this road at this time of day.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we heard Puck making his way down the street. Dewey peeked out just enough to nod at me. Together, as Puck passed, we hurled our objects. They exploded against Puck, creating a large, colorful plume of smoke. When it cleard, Puck was dyed a brilliant pink, and his clothes were two sizes two small. He spluttered, and coughed, while Dewey and I roared in laughter. Suddenly, Puck looked straight at Dewey, then me. We bolted before he could try and get revenge.
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