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Alan let out an exhausted sigh as he sat down on the shiny metal mall bench. He'd spent the entire day looking for something, anything that would impress Tabitha, the girl of his dreams. But he found nothing that could possibly bridge the gap between the pretty, popular girl and the cliqueless loner that he was. She would probably go out with one of those musclebound jocks that already had facial hair, and he didn't even want to think about who he would get stuck with. But even after he tried his scouring, he didn't even know what kind of thing he should get. Hell, the only thing he was sure of about her personality was that she liked dogs! He was just ready to pack up and go when he saw a store that had never been there before, a very curious curio shop called ''Spells R Us''. He decided to give it a try. | Alan let out an exhausted sigh as he sat down on the shiny metal mall bench. He'd spent the entire day looking for something, anything that would impress Tabitha, the girl of his dreams. But he found nothing that could possibly bridge the gap between the pretty, popular girl and the cliqueless loner that he was. She would probably go out with one of those musclebound jocks that already had facial hair, and he didn't even want to think about who he would get stuck with. But even after he tried his scouring, he didn't even know what kind of thing he should get. Hell, the only thing he was sure of about her personality was that she liked dogs! He was just ready to pack up and go when he saw a store that had never been there before, a very curious curio shop called ''Spells R Us''. He decided to give it a try. | ||
| − | The moment Alan stepped inside, he furrowed his brow at the smell. In was decidedly old and musty, like an old library of parchment. He glanced to his left, and discovered that that's exactly what the smell was: a collection of parchment... spell books? This was probably a store for kitschy illusionists. Still, it was worth a try. In another corner of the store, there were dozens of incredibly realistic costumes, mainly of animals and mythical creatures, with possibly hundreds more masks (all just as frighteningly realistic). There was also a good section devoted to all manner of talismans, amulets, gems, jewels, necklaces, bracelets, rings, brooches, charms, trinkets, and other curios. They glinted in the light of the fluorescent bulb. ''Well, at | + | The moment Alan stepped inside, he furrowed his brow at the smell. In was decidedly old and musty, like an old library of parchment. He glanced to his left, and discovered that that's exactly what the smell was: a collection of parchment... spell books? This was probably a store for kitschy illusionists. Still, it was worth a try. In another corner of the store, there were dozens of incredibly realistic costumes, mainly of animals and mythical creatures, with possibly hundreds more masks (all just as frighteningly realistic). There was also a good section devoted to all manner of talismans, amulets, gems, jewels, necklaces, bracelets, rings, brooches, charms, trinkets, and other curios. They glinted in the light of the fluorescent bulb. ''Well, at least that's not trying to be magic,'' thought Alan to himself. He even saw an area with cages inhabited by owls, frogs, and maybe even a cat or two. They looked like they had been taken care of remarkably well. ''Maybe they have a dog!'' At this thought, Alan rushed over to the desk, brushed over an emerald eye-shaped talisman he swore was blinking, and rang the bell. Like magic, a gnarled old man with white hair and an oddly ordinary suit instantly appeared in front of him. |
"Hello, Alan! Welcome to my store!" he exclaimed in a signsong voice. | "Hello, Alan! Welcome to my store!" he exclaimed in a signsong voice. | ||
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"She loves dogs. Adores them." | "She loves dogs. Adores them." | ||
| − | "Very well, I think I have something for you, young man. At midnight tonight, go to Tabitha's house and chant your name | + | "Very well, I think I have something for you, young man. At midnight tonight, go to Tabitha's house and chant your name three times and her name three times, with this amulet in the hand you write with. After that, I'll give you your money back if she doesn't love you, and you her." |
| − | Alan had been scurrying to write down all of these directions, so he was rather dismayed when the shopkeeper | + | Alan had been scurrying to write down all of these directions, so he was rather dismayed when the shopkeeper plopped down the amulet on his piece of paper. It wasn't gold, but looked awfully like it. Bronze, maybe, or pyrite. There were lots of swirling and curving patterns, and he thought he just might be able to make out the shape of a dog. |
"Thanks a lot, sir," Alan said. "How much?" | "Thanks a lot, sir," Alan said. "How much?" | ||
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| + | Getting to Tabitha's house was easy enough, because it was only a couple of blocks away from his. It was also easy to sneak out, because his parents went to sleep early. That just left the ritual. He approached the house, which was bigger and in better condition than his. Probably because it belonged to a richer family. As he got closer, he heard sobbing from an upstairs window and with a a gasp remembered that Tabitha's own dog had died recently. ''That just means she'll need someone else to love,'' thought Alan optimistically. | ||
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| + | His watch beeped out midnight. Alan took a deep breath and chanted out, "Alan, Alan, Alan, Tabitha, Tabitha, Tabitha." The changes began almost immediately. | ||
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Alan let out an exhausted sigh as he sat down on the shiny metal mall bench. He'd spent the entire day looking for something, anything that would impress Tabitha, the girl of his dreams. But he found nothing that could possibly bridge the gap between the pretty, popular girl and the cliqueless loner that he was. She would probably go out with one of those musclebound jocks that already had facial hair, and he didn't even want to think about who he would get stuck with. But even after he tried his scouring, he didn't even know what kind of thing he should get. Hell, the only thing he was sure of about her personality was that she liked dogs! He was just ready to pack up and go when he saw a store that had never been there before, a very curious curio shop called Spells R Us. He decided to give it a try.
The moment Alan stepped inside, he furrowed his brow at the smell. In was decidedly old and musty, like an old library of parchment. He glanced to his left, and discovered that that's exactly what the smell was: a collection of parchment... spell books? This was probably a store for kitschy illusionists. Still, it was worth a try. In another corner of the store, there were dozens of incredibly realistic costumes, mainly of animals and mythical creatures, with possibly hundreds more masks (all just as frighteningly realistic). There was also a good section devoted to all manner of talismans, amulets, gems, jewels, necklaces, bracelets, rings, brooches, charms, trinkets, and other curios. They glinted in the light of the fluorescent bulb. Well, at least that's not trying to be magic, thought Alan to himself. He even saw an area with cages inhabited by owls, frogs, and maybe even a cat or two. They looked like they had been taken care of remarkably well. Maybe they have a dog! At this thought, Alan rushed over to the desk, brushed over an emerald eye-shaped talisman he swore was blinking, and rang the bell. Like magic, a gnarled old man with white hair and an oddly ordinary suit instantly appeared in front of him.
"Hello, Alan! Welcome to my store!" he exclaimed in a signsong voice.
"Uh... how, uh, did you-" Alan stammered before being interrupted.
"I know your name because I'm a wizard."
"Whoah. Did you, um, read my mind to know, er, what I was saying?"
The so-called wizard sighed. "Nope. Just used to people saying that. Now let's see. You want Tabitha to love you, but you think that could never possibly be."
"I'm not even going to ask. Yes."
"And the only thing you know about her is that..."
"She loves dogs. Adores them."
"Very well, I think I have something for you, young man. At midnight tonight, go to Tabitha's house and chant your name three times and her name three times, with this amulet in the hand you write with. After that, I'll give you your money back if she doesn't love you, and you her."
Alan had been scurrying to write down all of these directions, so he was rather dismayed when the shopkeeper plopped down the amulet on his piece of paper. It wasn't gold, but looked awfully like it. Bronze, maybe, or pyrite. There were lots of swirling and curving patterns, and he thought he just might be able to make out the shape of a dog.
"Thanks a lot, sir," Alan said. "How much?"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly charge true love."
"Didn't you say I'd get my money back if-"
"Forget that. I'll give you a gift certificate."
"Fine, bye," Alan said as he trotted out the door. When he looked back, the storefront was empty. Odd.
Getting to Tabitha's house was easy enough, because it was only a couple of blocks away from his. It was also easy to sneak out, because his parents went to sleep early. That just left the ritual. He approached the house, which was bigger and in better condition than his. Probably because it belonged to a richer family. As he got closer, he heard sobbing from an upstairs window and with a a gasp remembered that Tabitha's own dog had died recently. That just means she'll need someone else to love, thought Alan optimistically.
His watch beeped out midnight. Alan took a deep breath and chanted out, "Alan, Alan, Alan, Tabitha, Tabitha, Tabitha." The changes began almost immediately.
