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sensed something or even someone behind me. I turned from the altar to see ... the doctor! Or rather, the jerk Gente Peligroso that helped that cheetah gothgirl put me under. He's standing beneath the archway of that detailed door I just walked through. Hell! I do n’ t know how this could be an illusion, but things are starting to get too real for my liking. His golden llave looks worn and rusted rotating in front of him. In fact, he looks worn and rusted too. His face is a dark, tan-like-red complexion and wrinkly. Very wrinkly! Probably too much time out in the sun, because Gente Peligroso are essentially a homeless folks guild. He had lines going all through his face. The folds in his skin looked like little dried up rivers that could no longer flow, so the earth around the banks just started to collapse inward. An unsightly fellow on quite a few levels.
     
    Note to self, bring sunscreen everywhere I go this coming summer. My skin's a deep brown, but the sun doesn't discriminate, so I'll do well to be cautious. If I end up looking even half as miserable as this guy looks, I'm sure small children will flee at the sight of me every day. However, besides his dark demeanor, he does resemble an everyday old man with a chip or two on his shoulder against the younger generation. Unfortunately, his old age isn't an advantage for me if this situation turns sour. It usually comes like this; the younger the weaker, the older the stronger. This guy looks old, but powerful.
     
    "Step aside, boy, I have business here," he said with his deep and rather silly voice. He sounded like he had peanut butter in his mouth. He also held onto every word an extra couple of seconds longer than he probably should've if he wanted to be taken seriously. Maybe there was no need to fear him after all.
     
    "FIAT LUX!!!" he shouted,and instantly a red beam, a bright twisting light, sporadically shot from his llave with near the wind force of a hurricane. It pushed passed me and dumped into the wood paneled floor. The floor erupted into streamers of wood and dust that exploded into the air, clouding up the room and my sight. He wields in the cursed language. Powerful stuff. Stuff that I can do too, but wouldn't in a confined spac e … if I were a particularly smart fellow?
     
    I flicked my shiny gold skeleton key out in front of me and it instantly started rotating. "Praeuro!" A flaming ball of gas poured out from my llave, igniting in front of me, slowly churning itself into a miniature replica of the earth's home star. Directed by my hands, the furious fireball blew its way across the room. Miserably missing its mark. But combusting against the walls instead. The small fire started spreading to the far side of the room, away from the door. It curled its way from the arches, crackling like a midnight campsite's only source of heat.
     
    His blast was much closer to hitting me than mine was to hitting him. My aim is letting me down. But w e’ re both using too much powerful magik for a closed up space like this. Perhaps angry-eyes would like to talk this out instead? I was definitely right to fear this old guy. Still mumbling the cursed language while he steadily inched closer, taking no cover from me, the boy, in this situation. Though he stayed out, I ducked behind a wood table toward the right of the room. It's covered by a white sheet, like most everything in here. He wasn't scared of me one bit. Most peopl e’ s spells were performed in English. But this guy, just like me, knew that English never got the job done. Most people don't know near a phrase of the cursed language all across the Worlds. In Draconia, i t’ s forbidden entirely, but I need it now, so I’ m not going to hold back. But first, I'd much prefer to reason with him.
     
    "I tried to reason with you, boy, but you seem to desire pressing on," he yelled to me. Then, the majestic creep suddenly took flight. Levitating to the level of the spinning altar, so close to the