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Authors: Glenn Michaels
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smile, he continued, “And in your new life, you will be too busy to miss
them very much either!”
With a grim smile of his own, Paul nodded. “Good point. A
very good point. Fine. Please, proceed.”
The wizard/genie waved his arm. The bed reappeared a few yards
away. “There is one more thing you should know before I grant you your powers.
I won’t be here when you wake up. There are other matters I must attend to. But
you won’t need me. Once you have your powers, you will have everything you need
available to you.” He paused. “You and I will meet again. I somehow feel it in
my bones. May Allah be with you and bless you.”
Paul smiled weakly back at him. “Thank you for this. And may
He bless you too.”
“Please, lie down,” the ex-genie said, “and close your
eyes.”
Weak-kneed, Paul somehow managed to walk to the bed without
tripping over his suddenly too-large feet. As he lay down, a sudden thought
came to him.
“Uh, just how long is this going to take?” he asked as
images of people in suspended animation popped into his head, from films such
as 2001: A Space Odyssey , Buck Rogers , Avatar , Forbidden
Planet , Star Trek , and a host of others.
The wizard/genie smiled and shook his head. “Only a day or
so. Now, relax and clear your mind. Very good. Shortly, you will fall asleep.
When you awaken, you will have the powers of a wizard, and you will find ways
to use those powers. This is your last chance to change your mind and go back
to a normal, if miserable life. What do you say?”
“Please, proceed,” Paul said firmly. His heart raced, his
blood pounding in his veins. He was about to become a real-life wizard!
Paul heard the wizard/genie softly chuckle. “Very well. May
you henceforth have the ability to shape reality to your will. May you be a master
of space and all the elements and have the power to bend the laws of nature to
suit your needs. So it is said; so let it be!”
FIVE
Unknown location
December
Saturday, 10:05 p.m. (by Paul’s watch)
P aul
stirred slowly, gradually awakening for the second time on the soft bed. The
plateau was still there and the vista too, but this time, there was no wizard/genie.
No matter. Paul silently wished him bon voyage and jumped to his feet.
The position of the sun had not changed much, not far from
its zenith in the sky. According to his watch, he had been asleep for an entire
day. Moreover, he felt a great deal better—far more rested than he had been in
the last month.
He also felt distinctly odd. Internally, he felt light, a
warmth radiating though his whole body, and he was filled with a sense of
anticipation. Also, he felt a...well, there was no decent way to describe it
other than as a power coursing through his body, ready to leap forth and
perform great feats of magic. It was hard to put into words exactly, but there
was no denying the differences he felt.
“Ah, but how is it done?” Paul softly asked himself as he
pushed his glasses up on his nose. “And what should be my first act of magic?”
His stomach chose that moment to rumble in hunger. But of
course. The answer was obvious. Paul needed to cast a spell for some food.
He snapped his fingers and paused expectantly. But nothing
happened.
Huh? Where was the food?
Anxiously, Paul snapped his fingers again. “Hey, let’s have
some food here! I’m hungry!”
Nothing.
Maybe a spell needed more concentration?
He closed his eyes and concentrated hard, visually creating
the image of a huge steak dinner on an oversized plate, the meat turned to a
perfect medium-rare. He visualized the onion rings, the baked potato with sour
cream and bacon bits, and the side helping of broccoli smothered in melted
butter. He threw in the steak knives and other utensils and included a tall,
frosted mug of root beer. Oh, and a table to hold it all too.
Then Paul snapped his fingers again, hard. “Engage!” he
yelled anxiously.
He cracked open an eye and peeked around.
them very much either!”
With a grim smile of his own, Paul nodded. “Good point. A
very good point. Fine. Please, proceed.”
The wizard/genie waved his arm. The bed reappeared a few yards
away. “There is one more thing you should know before I grant you your powers.
I won’t be here when you wake up. There are other matters I must attend to. But
you won’t need me. Once you have your powers, you will have everything you need
available to you.” He paused. “You and I will meet again. I somehow feel it in
my bones. May Allah be with you and bless you.”
Paul smiled weakly back at him. “Thank you for this. And may
He bless you too.”
“Please, lie down,” the ex-genie said, “and close your
eyes.”
Weak-kneed, Paul somehow managed to walk to the bed without
tripping over his suddenly too-large feet. As he lay down, a sudden thought
came to him.
“Uh, just how long is this going to take?” he asked as
images of people in suspended animation popped into his head, from films such
as 2001: A Space Odyssey , Buck Rogers , Avatar , Forbidden
Planet , Star Trek , and a host of others.
The wizard/genie smiled and shook his head. “Only a day or
so. Now, relax and clear your mind. Very good. Shortly, you will fall asleep.
When you awaken, you will have the powers of a wizard, and you will find ways
to use those powers. This is your last chance to change your mind and go back
to a normal, if miserable life. What do you say?”
“Please, proceed,” Paul said firmly. His heart raced, his
blood pounding in his veins. He was about to become a real-life wizard!
Paul heard the wizard/genie softly chuckle. “Very well. May
you henceforth have the ability to shape reality to your will. May you be a master
of space and all the elements and have the power to bend the laws of nature to
suit your needs. So it is said; so let it be!”
FIVE
Unknown location
December
Saturday, 10:05 p.m. (by Paul’s watch)
P aul
stirred slowly, gradually awakening for the second time on the soft bed. The
plateau was still there and the vista too, but this time, there was no wizard/genie.
No matter. Paul silently wished him bon voyage and jumped to his feet.
The position of the sun had not changed much, not far from
its zenith in the sky. According to his watch, he had been asleep for an entire
day. Moreover, he felt a great deal better—far more rested than he had been in
the last month.
He also felt distinctly odd. Internally, he felt light, a
warmth radiating though his whole body, and he was filled with a sense of
anticipation. Also, he felt a...well, there was no decent way to describe it
other than as a power coursing through his body, ready to leap forth and
perform great feats of magic. It was hard to put into words exactly, but there
was no denying the differences he felt.
“Ah, but how is it done?” Paul softly asked himself as he
pushed his glasses up on his nose. “And what should be my first act of magic?”
His stomach chose that moment to rumble in hunger. But of
course. The answer was obvious. Paul needed to cast a spell for some food.
He snapped his fingers and paused expectantly. But nothing
happened.
Huh? Where was the food?
Anxiously, Paul snapped his fingers again. “Hey, let’s have
some food here! I’m hungry!”
Nothing.
Maybe a spell needed more concentration?
He closed his eyes and concentrated hard, visually creating
the image of a huge steak dinner on an oversized plate, the meat turned to a
perfect medium-rare. He visualized the onion rings, the baked potato with sour
cream and bacon bits, and the side helping of broccoli smothered in melted
butter. He threw in the steak knives and other utensils and included a tall,
frosted mug of root beer. Oh, and a table to hold it all too.
Then Paul snapped his fingers again, hard. “Engage!” he
yelled anxiously.
He cracked open an eye and peeked around.
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