Bab 212: Bad Luck

"Greed was caught dealing business secretly. He was grabbed and murdered by Bella's men not too long ago."

Syryn's hopes and dreams cracked into little pieces. Without the maker of the idol, how was he to reverse the spell? The mage paled at the thought of his anti mage never turning back into a man.

"Did he have an apprentice or an assistant who might know about the idols he made?" He asked the captain.

"That I am unaware of- Syryn!" Idriz moved fast and caught the mage who abruptly fainted. Syryn had pitched forward but the captain secured him in his arms. A thin trickle of blood began to flow out of his nose as Idriz shouted for their healer.

"Syryn, Syryn, Syryn!" The annoying child like a voice called out to him.

"Did you pull me into your dimension again?" It wasn't hard to guess what had happened.

"Yep Yep Yep! I wanted to give you a warning."

"What warning?"