A man in a grey robe and hat stepped out of the vehicle. He pulled a golden staff out of his robes and waved it at the machine. It was gone.  He sat down and opened the scroll. He lowered his staff to it, the purple gem in it gyrating, glowed brighter. He stroked his beard. He wanted out of this tree and went into a lunch landscape filled with forest and plains, towering islands floated above, and blue waterfalls were cascading over huge mountain sides.

 

Climbing onto the frozen white horse below the castle, he was getting colder as he got closer. His breath circled into the air in an almost impossible to imagine way. ​

In that moment, he took off his mask then last but not least his hat.​ Underneath the castle, he heard breathing, but it was heavier than usual.​

They stepped out of the castle. In front of them was a huge lake with huge green fish swimming near the surface. On the other side of the lake, two dwarves, around 2 feet in height, were fishing under the stormy silver sky.​

Stepping into his master's office, he saw hundreds of medals proudly positioned behind the huge desk, piled with books and pens. Sitting down in the chair on the other side of the desk, he stared into the master's brown eyes; the master stared back. There was a tension in the air, so thick that nobody dared to speak.​

Behind him, the door creaked open and heavy footsteps marked the arrival of the headmaster.​