I took a bulldozer to the enchanter's tower.
What choice did I have? He would not let me in. He sat coldly in his enchanted tower that had neither door nor window that could be opened from the outside, and watched me suffer.
Of course, I knew a bulldozer could not place a scratch upon his tower that was protected by magic. It was more for the concept of the thing. Perhaps it would amuse him and then he would laugh at me and let me into his arms again.
So I was more than shocked when the tower that touched the clouds came crashing down around me, crushing leg and lung. All I could feel was glass, metal, brick, and pain with no remedy. There might have been wood as well, but I could barely see through the pain.
I looked up to see the enchanter watching me die in his illusion, and he watched me as I awoke, gasping and sobbing, at the foot of his unharmed tower and he himself.
"Do you remember when you asked me how you made me feel?"
What choice did I have? He would not let me in. He sat coldly in his enchanted tower that had neither door nor window that could be opened from the outside, and watched me suffer.
Of course, I knew a bulldozer could not place a scratch upon his tower that was protected by magic. It was more for the concept of the thing. Perhaps it would amuse him and then he would laugh at me and let me into his arms again.
So I was more than shocked when the tower that touched the clouds came crashing down around me, crushing leg and lung. All I could feel was glass, metal, brick, and pain with no remedy. There might have been wood as well, but I could barely see through the pain.
I looked up to see the enchanter watching me die in his illusion, and he watched me as I awoke, gasping and sobbing, at the foot of his unharmed tower and he himself.
"Do you remember when you asked me how you made me feel?"
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