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A new spell.

* Outside the wind howls on the stormy sea. Inside, while a faint music fills the lighthouse, the scent of a tea spreads in the living room ... the wizard, sitting comfortably on the large semicircular sofa, desk with a laptop on his knees, surrounded by ancient volumoni, please libroni high magic, taking notes on a pad full of ears and colored slips of paper sticking out. Snorts and laughs often, and scroll through the pages *
there is always something to learn, great .... * Says to herself, as she reads. Cletus, engaged in a game of "catch the ball" with Bonecrusher, turns to look at him for a moment, just long enough to be blowing the ball from the hands of glossy paper from feline
alert * I see! * Suddenly exclaimed, clapping her hands * Cletus! Look, I understand!
* grabs the stick, reach out your hand in front of them and after a moment of concentration, with a sigh deeper to gain time, speak very quietly a spell. From the tip of the rod part of a flash blue, light green small sparks from the top and widen the energy goes to touch a large Volume in the library by the fireplace. The object vibrates, twists, seems to take life, until a shadow rises from it. A dark halo around the book twists taking strange shapes, which are gradually order in an anthropomorphic form. Finally, it lights up briefly as he materializes an elderly man, dressed in a long blue dress with a blue cloak draped over her shoulders, to wrap it completely. His eyes staring into space, her eyes are veiled by a layer of white and milky. She sighs and then in greek archaic asks, "Where are they, what place is this?"
The magician smiles, gets up and goes to meet the old man.
"Forgive me, Master ..." she says in the same language, hesitating, as they do not use it from time immemorial, "I'm an admirer of your art, and I have convened here, with the help of the Gods ... to ask you to listen to the story on your hands. "He gets up, goes to meet EDA and leads him to sit on the couch by the fire.
motions Cletus, mesmerized, to go get another cup of tea and bring it to the host. The little elf promptly obeyed, and when he looks back to question the blind bard, who took the cup and smell it, the magician is a small spell cos' that his roommate discovers that he can understand the words unexpected guest. They thanked and then, with a sonorous voice, used to tell his story in the courts and in the streets, without question, begins to declaim, while the magician moved sits on the couch beside him, silently ....*


Tell me, O Muse, multifaceted hero who wandered so, after which destroyed the sacred citadel of Troy saw the cities of many men and knew their thoughts,
many pains he suffered on the sea in his soul, to buy him the life and return to his companions. But even so
comrades saved them, even wanting: their impiety were lost, fools, who devoured the oxen of Hyperion the Sun: for they say he took off his back.
Tell us some, daughter of Zeus.

[Homer, Odyssey, translated by GA Privitera, Mondadori]