it, and it happens. All right, let’s try something advanced that won’t draw any attention to you.” Logantrance looks around the book-covered walls. “Ah, here we go.” He extends his right hand, and a thick brown book floats to his hand.
“Do you know what this book is?”
“Yes, that is a book on transformation written by the great wizard Ledgehorn of the ancient Drachen clan. The language is Shaumanee, the realm is the Krinston Realm. Actually, the title of the book is The Beasts of Kronton .”
Logantrance looks from the book at Robert, discouraged since he did not even face the book toward him. “Yes! Yes, that is correct,” Logantrance says in a shallow voice. He opens the book and reads from it. “Hilerriyam Sringling Toputomus Skrangin.”
“Oh yes, the Grizenlorm.” Robert starts to grow. His legs grow taller and change, his feet become those of the wolf, and his legs grow tall and slender yet very muscular, about four and a half feet high. A long whiplike tail grows from the rear, and the hips thicken like that of a bear all the way up the back, stomach, and chest. The arms grow long and slender to match the legs, with very intimidating, sharp claws. The head forms like a werewolf with a very long, extended mouth housing terrifying teeth. It has deep dark-brown eyes and high pointed ears on each side of its head. This is actually a terrifying-looking creature, and chills run through Logantrance’s spine. “OK! OK!”
The Grizenlorm transforms back into Robert. Logantrance sends the book back to its resting place and looks at Robert, truly astonished. “You are the truest, purest magic user I have ever seen. You didn’t even have to say the words. You may very well be more powerful right now than I. This may be a case where the student teaches the teacher. Well then …” Logantrance says sadly, knowing Robert is at a very advanced use of magic and its power and will need very little teaching from him, if any at all. “Someone with your ability needs to gather the tools of the magic user. It is time for your first quest. Are you ready for adventure?”
“Yes, I am ready.”
“I thought you would say that. It is time for you to see my home. I think further testing your magic is unnecessary. I can feel your magical strength, and it is unique. I have prepared a world in the mirror image of its own over the past two millenniums with powerful tools. I had thought it would be six or seven centuries at least before you would be ready, but I see and feel you are ready.” Logantrance pulls a book from his Bag of Holding and holds it out to Robert. “Show me how you read.”
Robert takes the book from Logantrance and looks at it. It is a hard-covered white book with golden cusps at the corners. It is mildly thick with a brown binding held secure by three golden clasps. There is no writing on the cover. It is plain white, as is the back of the book. Robert puts his right hand on the top of the book and closes his eyes. He opens his eyes almost immediately, looking at Logantrance. “This is your home and the only entrance to it.”
“I would’ve said that. There are two, maybe three, beings in all the realms outside of me that can read this book. I guess there are four. Your magical prowess is clear. I have one last test for you.” Logantrance retrieves his book from Robert and replaces it in his Bag of Holding.
“What is my test?”
“Meet me at my home, and you will have traveled dimensionally. This is your last test before.” Logantrance walks and vanishes.
Robert looks around his home. He keeps the temperature a very comfortable seventy-five degrees so he can be very comfortable wearing just his very thin, soft leather pants, which tie up the groin with a leather stitch forming X s, and the knotted lace hangs down. He wears soft black slippers and no shirt. Robert stands five feet ten inches tall, with a lean, slender body. He has long curly salt-and-pepper-colored hair forming