Story: Chapter 2 (part 2)

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

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~R.K. POV~

    “Blasted spell book!” I said as I threw the musty book to the stone floor. The pages from the book flew out when it landed on the floor. I paced around the room as I mumbled curses at the 3 spells that failed to deliver their purposes; time travel. Even the spell that turns back the last 43 seconds failed to work. “This doesn’t make any sense. All of the spells contained in this room—a few spells excepted—fails to work”, I said in front of the mirror.

            I have been researching and trying out the spells that is contained in this room but only a few spells worked. One of those is the ‘youth’ spell. Out of curiosity, I tried the spell and it worked splendidly until I looked 20 years younger. This surprised the few people that I have known since I owned the bookstore. As usual, I have to make up a story to cover it up. After trying other spells, I’ve concluded that the reason most of the spells wouldn’t work is that this ‘time’ has no magic.  

            I sighed frustatedly at the thought of not being able to go back. To relieve myself, I muttered, “Visus” and immediately a small orb-like object appeared before me. If one look inside the orb, he or she can show the happenings in a certain place. To the people of this ‘time’, they would describe it similar to a mechanical device called a “camera”.

‘At least this one works’, I thought. I commanded the orb to show me the inside of the bookstore where the counter can be seen.

“What the devil?! That couldn’t be!” I stumbled backwards when I saw who was at the counter with Benjamin. I quickly muttered the spell to teleport me back to the bookstore. When I find myself right where the corner is, I ran to the counter.

“Whoa, Mr Kingstone! Chill!” Benjamin said as I almost fell into him. “E-excuse me…for th—“, I couldn’t finish what I said because I couldn’t help but hug the smaller customer. Although she’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a frilly-sleeved shirt instead of the usual hood or shawl, she really is my beloved granddaughter.

“Grandpa?” Camille said.

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