The old book smelled musty in a good sort of way,an earthy scent that reminded him of something familiar yet filled him with a strange sense of dread.
Politis looked over his shoulder up towards the cellar door making sure it was tightly closed and locked,should his father catch him a beating would surely ensue. A week ago today he had stolen this very strange book from his father who had seemingly overdosed while making a batch of sleep potions for the local thieves guild.
Just as he was about to open the book a light appeared in front of him and he found himself staring face to face with an old wizard. The man wore an eyepatch yet smiled brightly while looking at the young boy.
"Greetings young apprentice! I am Varion and i have a gift for you!
Just then he heard his father rustling around upstairs and knew he must act fast. "please forgive me master wizard but i fear i have done a terrible thing by taking this tome."
The old man just chuckled quietly to himself "Child,hide this book under the table there and return to this place at midnight so we may speak further"
As he let go of the book the mans image faded and the light dimmed.
"POLITIS you little swine where are you hiding!" Yelled his father
He winced and knew his father was once again under the influence of the concoction of strange herbs he had been using lately.
((more to come))