Look at the book
"I'm just going to look in this book for a second," you say.
"Maybe it has a spell that will cure you." But that's not
really what you're looking for. You're just too curious to put the
book down. It has spells for everything from removing pimples to
calling up demons.
"What are you doing with my spell book, girl?" The wizard
has appeared, and he's very angry. He points a long, carved wood
staff at you and shouts, "Avast Lakachikak!!!" A jolt of
pain courses through your body. It feels like an electric shock. And
then suddenly there's no more pain, and you see below you the evil
wizard, a thin semi-transparent man lying on the bed, and the dead
body of a young teenage girl with black hair: you.
The stranger looks up at the ceiling, almost as if he can see you.
The wizard shouts and stamps his feet and curses. But you don't care
about either of them, because all your memories have come back to
you...
You lay the stranger down on the bed and go look at the book on the
table. "What are you doing?" he asks.
