The Wizard's chamber
#1 of black magick and opium: dying the dream part one of a series of short stories i've been meaning to write for quite some time now. the wizard sat upon his throne, the air still think with opium smoke.
Judas
"looking for some black magicks to delve in? or some scrolls to summon an esper with?" the tray stood up on its own, hopping on to the wooden floor and skipping to the trio of stools, each hop spilling a little more of the liquid each time.
class
Marc was a young wolf, he got up hesitantly and said, "err... the three types are black magicks, white magicks, and... sagacity?"