Stuck on the mountain

The huge rock had landed on my arms, crushing both and more importantly my hands. I was pinned there in the deep of the mountains, and the sun was about to set.

I could levitate a rock like that with only a little finger-wiggling… normally. Sadly, my fingers couldn’t move at all, not even in the minute motions necessary to pluck power out of the ether. I felt cold, already. The mountain wasn’t a good place to spend the night.

Perhaps if I pulled hard enough, I could rip my broken arms, free myself, and stumble back to the Keep? No, what was I thinking… my flesh was compressed, bone fractured but still holding me in place. There was no way I would be able to free myself. I was just going to be stuck there overnight.

I wondered how long it would be until the wolves would show up. My thoughts were taking a distinctly dark turn.

I took a pause from my tale, savoring my beer and my audience’s impatience.

“And that, my friends, is when I learned to cast spells with my toes.”

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