The day is young as a crisp breeze blows across my face. I cross the bridge and greet the guards. For several years, I have made their acquaintance. My time in Jalokivi is rewarding. The Mystiikka appreciates the arts and lore as much as I do! Today I meet my older instructor, Jarkeva.
I smile as I wave to the merry folks of the city. The Kirjasto, or library, sits towards the eastern side. My excitement makes for a pleasant walk. 'I wonder what we will discuss.' My mind reels through various topics. Perhaps, I will finally ask about 'taika,' magic. The idea strikes a strange vision.
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Darkness is overwhelming as I rise to my feet. The air is cold and I begin to shiver. Puffs of smoke exhale from my mouth. 'Where am I?' Confusion and fear seem to intermingle within my heart. As I glance around, I find myself in a long, narrow hallway.