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"But why me?" You've had about enough of all this, and your temper frays to the end. " You're telling me that one day I'm driving down the road, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I'm, what, saving this fairyland from doom and being changed into", you pause and gesture to yourself, "Well, this!! Sounds like a bunch of crap to me!" Suddenly, you realize you've just been trash-talking an old man that, as far as reality goes, is letting you stay in his house and drink his tea. Did those words come out of my mouth?, you wonder. What was I thinking? You look back to the wizard to apologize for the outburst ... only to be scared out of your wits.
Lightning seems to be creeping out of the wizard's eyes like a time-lapse of a weed growing in a garden. The wizard's comforting smile has turned into an expression that could only be described as thunderous. In my next life, you reason as you prepare for death, I think I'll learn how to shut up.
"You dare talk down to me, my kind, and my ways", the wizard growls, seeming to grow angrier with each word. You start to see the lightning flare up from his eyes ... and now the rod in his hand is glowing.
"Fine!" With that, the wizard waves his rod at you. You start to feel very strange, your throat choked with fear. A strange tingling comes over you with agonizing strength. How will he do it, you wonder. If this is real, and I think it is, then he can destroy me with anything he can think of. Maybe I'll burst into green flames and burn to death. Or maybe he'll turn me into a little roach and just crush me under his boot. Or he could probably just make me vanish off the face of the earth. Yes, thats probably it. He won't mess up his cabin that way.
Suddenly, the glow subsides. After a few minutes, you build up the courage to remove you hands from your face. At least you know that he didnt make you vanish. Maybe the boot is lowering on you right now. You look up. Wait, you think as you pull your hands from your eyes. Those are men's arms ... my arms.! You look around, and it's official ... you're back to your old self again! You almost want to jump up and dance ... but then you remember the wizard.
"How could I expect an outsider to care about our problems?" The wizard sighs as he scratches his beard. "You may go... I give you all that you once possessed." The wizard gestures, and the front door swings wide without a sound ... revealing more than the porch!
You stand there dumbfounded as five beings walk into the cabin. This is getting a bit too wierd for you.
"Heya ...", comes a resonant voice, and you stare as a small man all dressed in green and black (including some spectacular leather shoes) begins to speak. He looks just like you'd imagine a leprechaun might, and you start to wonder if he's the one from the story. "Who was that auld Nimrod used t'be on the front porch?" The little man throws down a sack, wipes his brow and then proceeds to finish the half-smoked cigar laying in the ash tray. You just stand there wondering how this could get any stranger.
Written by Wolf Ripper (edited by wanderer)
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