Keefe tried hiding his smug face behind his hands. The fairy scowled at him.
"I was reading a book, then Poof, I'm here!" Keefe said, in a very dramatic way.
"You have a curse on you, it'll last for about a month, and whenever you read, you go into the book. Some people are born with the curse. Some get it later," said the fairy(definitely not trying to make him feel bad),
"Anyway, we should probably get to the spells now," the fairy added. "Here, you can read it. It's the only way you're going to protect yourself from people and trolls." Keefe was still interested about his curse, if he could teleport into different worlds, why would it be a curse? Keefe asked,
"Isn't my so-called curse kind of good?" The fairy replied,
"Depends how you think of it." When Keefe saw the book he was about to read, he completely forgot the curse. He snatched the book up, and flipped to the first page. Time passed and Keefe started to learn some spells. The progress was annoyingly slow, and at the pace he was going, he would have to leave before he even learned ten spells. The door suddenly burst open, cold winter air rushed in, and the biggest horse, covered in white flakes, bowed down to let the knight riding get off. Keefe wasn't sure, but he wasn't dumb enough to not guess that riding a horse into a libarbay was agianst the rules. A old lady walked up to the knight and yelled(wheezed),
"You-get-off-m-," she looked at the knight, and shuffled off behind the bookshelf"
"Hello everyone, the hingnesse's warlord has sensed an unidentified, and disturbing presence, that has been tangling the flow of the magic," said the knight. "I am guessing that taking that little boy there will fix this problem. It is an order by the king and anyone who tries to stop me will get their head cut off and it will get hung up on the walls of the palace. I imagine a beautiful bloody head on the castle wall. It will look the most glorious out of all the heads we've hung up. Best of all, whoever tries to stop me will get this little boy's head hung up as well," he said in an exciting and dreamy tone. Keefe's breakfast was gathering for freedom, using his throat as the battlefield.
Keefe managed to say, "It would be best with your head on it." Keefe just stood there not knowing what else to say and same with the fairy. Keefe made his wand spark at the tip with energy, and managed a few sparks to fly. He glanced hopelessly at the books he'd been learning with, helping. him to control his magic. Keefe's wand sparked up again, a bit bigger this time, but still a useless shot, except for maybe annoying the knight. The knight held up his hand and the tiny streak of energy melted in the armor making a blackened piece of hot metal. Keefe watched as the metal healed itself. Now Keefe wore an expression of defeat, like a mouse trapped in a corner by a cat. Keefe in frustration repeatedly shot streaks of energy, becoming tired he stopped.
"You are not the only one who can do magic." The knight said while blocking all the dim streaks of energy. Dispelling them into wisps in the air. The fairy yelled,
"Stop!" As tears trickled down her cheeks. Keefe decided to take it to the next level shooting a stream of fire as the knight walked forward, surprising himself. The knight said calmly, "We don't have to hurt each other, but if you take it too far I will be forced to strike." The knight put down his guard realizing he didn't even need to do anything. He stood there absorbing every single spell Keefe threw at him. Keefe knew he couldn't beat the knight with magic. He looked up seeing the knight striding toward Keefe, unaware of Keefe moving closer while standing up. "Come on kid, give…" Keefe caught the knight off guard, and punched the knight's gut as hard as he could, then kicking the knight backward. Keefe shot a stream of fire toward the knight's face, and into his eye socket. The knight doubled over in pain rolling around the floor smashing into shelves that fell right on top of the knight. The knight lay there on the floor looking barely alive. The knight stood up, grabbed the fairy before she could act and swung her into a shelf. "Pestering uncivilized creatures." The knight said with a crack in his voice. The knight reached into his pocket, rummaged his hand around, and grabbed out a gun. Keefe tried to jump behind a bookshelf, but before he could do anything, his body gave out, and everything went black as night.