AUTHOR’S POVThe air cackled with magic and flame in Curtis’s dimly lit bedroom. The room was dark, with light only provided by the flame from the fireplace. Curtis sat motionless in the dark corner, eyes hard as he tapped on the armrest, a slow, rhythmic and deliberate sound that echoed throughout the empty room.His eyes glowed golden, his legs bouncing slowly with anticipation as he waited.“My patience is wearing thin” He growled to his wolf, Zel. “Patience, Curtis” Zel warned with the ever dark tone he always spoke with “Haste has never gotten us what we want” He was about to argue when the air shifted. Then, as though the shadows had been torn opened, a portal shimmered in the dark, lighting up the room.Curtis didn’t move. He simply remained seated and watched as a hooded figure stepped through the portal, into the room. The portal disappeared and the room went back to its original dark state. The figure knelt in front of Curtis, head lowered in both fear and respect.“You
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