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Whoosh! Qwyfyx plunged through the door, which promptly closed and vanished behind him. For a moment, he was totally surrounded by thick haze. Where ever he looked, all he could see was misty blue but then it cleared to reveal the earth beneath him. He felt the wind in his face and on his body. Helplessly falling, he watched his carpet bag spill its contents. His serpent-headed wand circled his best book of spells and in his crystal ball he saw Midnight's reflection. In the vast spaces above him, bright stars peppered the dark ether, gradually disappearing as black turned to indigo. Even brilliant Aldebaran was eclipsed as the crescent moon passed in front of it. |
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| Rushing towards him at a furious rate, Qwyfyx could see great banks of fluffy white cloud. He was joined by all the creatures of the air - an amazing profusion of them. There were eagles, crows, finches and gaudy parrots, many of which Qwyfyx had never seen before, and all manner of insects: beetles, butterflies and locusts in vast swarms. |
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Above the rushing of the wind in his ears, he could hear the songs of the birds and the chirping of the insects. Then Qwyfyx fell into the cloud and he did what every self-respecting magician did when they knew they were about to die. He closed his eyes, put his hands together and prayed. Suddenly, there was a terrible crunch... another one... a thump and, sliding to a halt, Qwyfyx painfully opened his eyes. He was in a short hallway in which there were six doors. The three on the left were quite blank and lacking knobs. The three on the right were decorated with various arcane symbols set in stained glass panels. Heart thumping, carpet bag in hand, Qwyfyx gripped the handle of the first door and entered the sanctum of the Alchemist.
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