The
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It
was Sunday, and Gabrielle was wondering what the next day would be
like. To tick away the time until tomorrow
she decided to try practicing magic again. On her way upstairs to
her room she grabbed a stick from outside; this task had become
habitual, for she had been practicing magic as often as she could.
Even with lots of practice her magic didn't get any stronger. When
upstairs Gabrielle grabbed her spellbook from under her bed and
opened it up, but what she saw was not preperations for magic but
growling words that say “Fight me, fight me! Try to conquer me.”
The magic had become a nuisance that wouldn't behave. However, as
annoying as it had become she wasn't giving up. She grabbed the
stick and tried the “simple” floating spell on the ring in her
hand. As always it didn't do anything. The one mistake was all
Gabrielle needed to give up; she grabbed the book and slid it under
her bed, once again, before going back downstairs. She found Trick
in the dining room and asked him if he wanted to play a round of
fetch; instantly the silky, black saluki lept up from a nice,
peaceful slumber, ready to play. She went outside with the gleeful
dog and grabbed a stick and threw it a decent distance away; the
yipping dog jumped after it. While Trick was retreiving the stick, a
thought crept into Gabrielle's mind. How great would it be
to be able to talk to Trick. I could ask him what I'm doing wrong on
the spell, maybe he knows. Maybe he thinks that I'm not what I
assume I am. Her thoughts were
interupted by Trick dropping the stick at her feet and barking at her
to throw it again; she grabbed the stick, with talking to Trick on
her mind, and threw it. After the stick was thrown what she heard
was not a happy dog, but a child.
“I
have to get it, have to get it!” a panting child's voice shouted.
As Trick reached the stick the child spoke again,
“Bring
it back, bring it back.” Gabrielle is confused. She didn't see a
kid insight, but she heard one right beside her. Trick was back at
her side as she heard,
“Throw
it, throw it!” Gabrielle jumps about a foot in the air as she
notices where the voice was coming from. It wasn't a child... it
was... her dog!
“Trick,
are you, are you... talking?” Gabrielle asks bewildered.
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