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Wizard. Goblin. Magic book.

…The targoblin tried running from it, even in desperation; but it was impossible, since the ball of light would dash through the air and get in his path. He was running futilely, and the ball even displayed cunning personality by moving in and out of his way as if mocking him. At this, Arleas cursed, pitched forward, and tumbled down dragging himself through the mud.

Ben came running and stopped right by the magic sphere hovering at eye level. And Ben was amazed, gazing into the ball and analyzing it. “Blazes.  What are  you??” Then he grabbed it and kept contemplating  it with sheer curiosity.  

“You have advanced sorcery, creature,” Elradon said as he tapped his head with his staff and created a glowing helmet and band to neutralize him. “That will keep you from more mischief.”

“Aarrgh!” snarled the targoblin named Arleas. “Free me at once, you foolish and broken-down geezer!”

Then he tapped his mouth and glued it shut, “There! You shall not spew more drivel.”

And as the mystic magically handcuffed him again, Ben pulled him up and added, “But his hands! They were tied. How was he able to use magic to escape?!”

“Well, he’s not just any targoblin. I can see that now,” the wizard explained while helping Ben drag Arleas back to camp. “Most can only do magic by the use of their hands. This is the lowest sorcery. But advanced sorcery requires the use of mental images and words. This seems to be his level.”

The pixies had all gone to sleep, but there was a young one who still went about the ball of light and wanted to play. At this, Ben waited till she hovered motionless in the air, then he gently seized her wings and said,  “It’s too late. We’re all going to sleep now.” Then he let her go, and the little fairy gave him a grumpy look. And Ben continued, “Don’t look at me like that. Go to sleep… Well, go on!”

And so, while they walked back to the campsite under the magical glow of the krugs, the mysterious and batlike glowing creatures, Ben continued asking questions about this great magic to Elradon. And it was so that Benjamin Jones was learning much by his side. From an inanimate rock, with the aid of the great book of magic and the great wizard, he’d created a self-aware and sentient ball of light.

And Benjamin thus wondered if he himself was entering the level of advanced magician, and that made him even more curious about what he was truly becoming. But the questions came quickly to a stop, because they needed rest. That night then, Elradon made the targoblin fall under deep sleep… 

You just read “The Book of 1st Witchcraft.” #3 in the BENJAMIN JONES series. Coming soon. I’m currently on the last edit.

Meanwhile, feel free to browse through my website.

-Thanks for reading-

By thegodwithinblog

“Limitations live in our minds, but if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless.” ~Jamie Paolinetti; writer and director.

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