Instrements of Transformation?

You wriggle through the doorway followed by Scott. Inside the place is dark, dusty and gloomy, with a few remaining instrements scattered around. You hear the floor creaking under your hooves.

"There's no-one here" says Scott "Now what?"

"Maybe we ought to try a few instrements in hope that one will turn us back?" you ponder "Mind you, there's not many instrements I can play with these!" you mutter, holding up a hoof.

Written by AndrewAnorak

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