'Spell' the "The book" - is the title

About a wizard that is a spell of magic that must carry forward to go back into his own imagination for he already died. Part of the story The book of shadow.

Spell - The Book

Created & written by

Christopher Stephenson

Intro Prologue

“The. Spell. My name. Magic is his name. Of conjuring. Is the soul.

In which he must endure to save himself. To save all. With me, with one key, with one gate to make a book to take our of his soul when he finds the guardians of he must make. The protector of magic.

The key is a trick of magic to hold balance and keep magic in gate of dreams.”

He looked at the book he cast away his magic into the book.

Throwing spell, after spell. Of fire, and ice. Then, he locked. The book. And closed it and it bind it. So, he could not open it.

“I must find to guardians now. I must find them quick or magic will be even my destruction.”

He said.

He touched the book. With wandering thought hoping he could out one last bit of magic. For the Dark. Was watching him in spawns. Out side his window. He was so close to t he window. He could not cast no more to help him self.

And they began to bang at the door.

“B a m ! B a m !”

“Please, someone help me!” He scream out.

A sight in a burn ember of fury. He knew he was going to die.

He was no warrior. He know nothing no magic of artist.

The break down the door. He hold the book In front of him.

“How will I do this?”

He said.

“I can unlock it but. How do I use this?” He said.

And the troll. Swung his sword toward him. But stopped

in mid - air of the air for he could not strike him.

“”Wait I like this bound book here.”

He said.

“I will kill you and take the book.”

Said the troll.

“Who are you? And why can not you move?”

Said spell.

“I can if I use dark magic.”

Said the Troll who was the dark dominion - cine.

He through a blood poison spell at him.

And he began to choke. And die.

And just as he was about hit the ground. He evaporated.

Out of thin air.

Then the book. Lays on the floor. And, just as he was about to pick it up. It evaporates.

“No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Screams the Troll.

Prologue

“As the intro is over the fall of many to be the same.

What is magic what make us do that?”

Said a scientist.

Teacher point at the screen. As the entire class looked over the analogy. Of what many must say what is different between. A butterfly, and a fly. “A fly in a variation is no different to the point.”

Said the teacher. The science professor.

A women was sleeping at her desk. In an old building at a college. They have been working on to make the world a better place.

“And a butterfly just sleeps way to much like Miss. Anglia.

Who needs to wake up, and pay attention.”

Said the teacher.

“I'll be there in five minute. Mom.”

Said Anglia.

Whom was still asleep.

She woke up. And looked right at him. Almost began to cry.

“I do not doubt. You Anglia. I just now. Because work. You will pass this class. A fly is what to a butterfly, Anglia which is not the same as the other. Anglia?”

Said the teacher.

“An angle of variation.”

Said Anglia.

“You right. As I thought she will pass the class. But sleeping in class is like the butterfly.” Said teacher.

“For your information. I'm the the study for your class unless you fire me.” Said Anglia.

“And my name, Is?” Said the teacher.

“I will tell you. Will. You. Let me help you. Will”

Said Anglia.

“And you where also going to say?”

Said Will.

“ Never mind.”

Said Anglia.

Out of Nowhere. The projector turns off. And entire class room goes dark. And the whole class hears a voice everyone can hear. As it says,

“fine.”

And it sounds just like Anglia.

As, Anglia pass out. Head almost hitting the desk. When The professor stops her head from hitting the desk.

Falling asleep.

And the bell rings.

“She's fine I got her.” He said as he puts her head down on the desk.

“Do not worry about her. I want variation about this at dawn tomorrow. In my class I hope you enjoy your stay here at this college . She will my assistant. Have a nice day.”

Said the professor.

The lights turned on. In glass. Her eye's sputtered, and then opened.

“I was not asleep. Sorry but he made me do that.”

Said Anglia.

“Class room today was a test. Who is a fly and a butterfly.

Sleep we'll and tomorrow morning come and do some science in my class. Thank you. My name is Professor Will. Do not use my last name do not even think about it.”

As he write' s his full name on the projector.

It reads, ” Professor Will Fly.”

“finally the class dismissed. Anglia you were stunning.”

Said Will.

“Thanks sir will see you tomorrow.”

“Unless I fly away some how I think I mean I was just a. a .a .a . a

Have a nice day everyone.” Said Will.

Author's Note

thanks for reading