Image: Fire Breath by Caio Monteiro
It shouldn’t have been there, but it was. He looked around, and there was no one in sight, so how had it happened?
Before him, a small pot bubbling with some sort of metal in it. He knew it was a metal as it had a metallic look about it.
It bubbled up over the lip of the pot and spread around his feet.
He stepped back and as he did a hand sprung from the metal and grabbed him. The grip was strong, he was caught.
What now he thought?
Then a sinister voice spoke, “Magic! Not bad, eh?”