Dante had never been so excited about magic in his whole life. He had grown up being a wizard, and he had been learning as many spells as possible. He didn't learn as much as he could to become more powerful, he just thought it was fun. It felt right. And now he was going to try a difficult teleportation spell. His spellbook told him everything he needed to know. He had drawn the symbol he needed in the dust in his home, and he had drawn the same symbol in the dirt outside about 20 feet from his home.
His heart was beating faster than it had been in a long time. Records of other wizards who have attempted this spell and done it wrong simply say that they disappeared and didn't reappear anywhere. They were just gone. But he had the same feeling he had always had. The spell would work. It had to work. The moon was just right. He stepped into the center of the symbol holding his spellbook in both hands. He spoke the incantation. "Dra-ah o forca! Stoh fwa ha-uus!" (Drawing of power! Send me home!)
A flash of light from the gem on his spellbook, and the symbol he stood upon glowed brighter and brighter, obscuring his vision. And then the light from the symbol faded, and Dante had reappeared in his house. He looked around and smiled. He patted himself down to make sure all of him was still there. He placed a hand on the stone wall of his house. He laughed and whooped in triumph. "Yes! I knew I could do it!" He punched the air with spellbook in hand. He felt omnipotent. He felt invincible.
He smiled and went to the center of the symbol again. "Dra-ah o forca! Stoh fwa tu ca terran o-soond fa ha-uus!" (Drawing of power! Send me to the ground outside my home!) The gem on the book flashed once more, the symbol grew blindingly bright. And then something went wrong. The gem on his spellbook popped, splitting into two perfect halves. And as the light from the symbol faded, Dante could tell he wasn't where he was supposed to be. A woman - taller than any woman Dante had ever seen - stood facing him, a stunned look of surprise on her face. She was holding a long thin stick in her hand. Dante looked down. She had drawn the same symbol he had been using. Dante slowly looked up to the sky, dreading what he would see. Instead of one moon, there were two.
Dante looked back to the tall woman and saw that her stunned expression had shifted to pleased. He gulped loudly, feeling nervous and afraid. He wasn't sure if he should be alarmed at the look on her face or not. Would she skewer him with the stick and eat him? Or maybe she was smiling because she knew he had made a mistake, and she would be nice enough to help him go back home. He held his spellbook in both hands with a vice grip and worked up the courage to speak to the woman. "Umm....hi. I seem to be lost. Do you think...you could help me uh...find my way back home?"
His heart was beating faster than it had been in a long time. Records of other wizards who have attempted this spell and done it wrong simply say that they disappeared and didn't reappear anywhere. They were just gone. But he had the same feeling he had always had. The spell would work. It had to work. The moon was just right. He stepped into the center of the symbol holding his spellbook in both hands. He spoke the incantation. "Dra-ah o forca! Stoh fwa ha-uus!" (Drawing of power! Send me home!)
A flash of light from the gem on his spellbook, and the symbol he stood upon glowed brighter and brighter, obscuring his vision. And then the light from the symbol faded, and Dante had reappeared in his house. He looked around and smiled. He patted himself down to make sure all of him was still there. He placed a hand on the stone wall of his house. He laughed and whooped in triumph. "Yes! I knew I could do it!" He punched the air with spellbook in hand. He felt omnipotent. He felt invincible.
He smiled and went to the center of the symbol again. "Dra-ah o forca! Stoh fwa tu ca terran o-soond fa ha-uus!" (Drawing of power! Send me to the ground outside my home!) The gem on the book flashed once more, the symbol grew blindingly bright. And then something went wrong. The gem on his spellbook popped, splitting into two perfect halves. And as the light from the symbol faded, Dante could tell he wasn't where he was supposed to be. A woman - taller than any woman Dante had ever seen - stood facing him, a stunned look of surprise on her face. She was holding a long thin stick in her hand. Dante looked down. She had drawn the same symbol he had been using. Dante slowly looked up to the sky, dreading what he would see. Instead of one moon, there were two.
Dante looked back to the tall woman and saw that her stunned expression had shifted to pleased. He gulped loudly, feeling nervous and afraid. He wasn't sure if he should be alarmed at the look on her face or not. Would she skewer him with the stick and eat him? Or maybe she was smiling because she knew he had made a mistake, and she would be nice enough to help him go back home. He held his spellbook in both hands with a vice grip and worked up the courage to speak to the woman. "Umm....hi. I seem to be lost. Do you think...you could help me uh...find my way back home?"