I wore my black hoodie. My favorite one. But I didn't wear it because it was my favorite. I wore it along with a black cap, black face mask and black sunglasses. It was to make sure that I was totally unidentifiable. Had this been just a few months ago, I would have rolled over laughing over my deeds. I was walking on tip toes, in the middle of the night, with a dagger in my hand. But this was not the weirdest part. I was headed to a much weirder place. I was headed to the one famous psychic in our town. Widely known as Mystic Joe. No need to judge me. Who in their right senses, goes to those fraudsters for a solution. That had been my attitude too. But I needed to save a dying Dragon, so I was not left with much options. The stairs that lead me to the room were lit with tiny neon lights. It made me cringe more. " Come in! "a voice called just before I was about to knock. I pushed the door. The inside of the room was filled with scented smoke. I closed my eyes and immediatel
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