LRAB Chapter 108 Move. Move. Move. Move.
Chapter 108 Move. Move. Move. Move.
A few more minutes and heavy cursing later, Ethan sat down in the dusty room with a sigh. "I might as well try to do what that woman told me to. Who knew maybe it worked? Maybe I wasn't taking her seriously enough?"
He looked at the dusty bookshelf once again and replayed the old hag's words in his mind. "Just will it and it's yours to command."
Fine. Whatever. He focused on a dusty nook in a corner and with all of his focus, he ordered it to move. He stared at it unblinkingly. Like pushing out a piece of stubborn tard, he willed for the damn thing to move.
Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move.
Nothing moved. The dust sat there, stubborn and unmoving, mocking him with its stillness.
Ethan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, his face twisting in a constipated fashion, and tried again. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move.
Once again, nada.
This time he narrowed his eyes, almost squinting it, gathered mana in his palms, and tried again. Nope. That too did not work.
Minutes turned into hours as Ethan did not give up and tried one thing after another without taking a break. He even took out all the books from the bookshelf and scanned them from top to bottom to see if he could come across something familiar by chance.
The only thing he got from that was a hacking cough that almost made him cough his lungs out.
As if that was not enough, the old hag's voice screamed through the closed door. "You only have an hour left."
In a fit of anger, helplessness, and frustration, Ethan willed for the glass vase on the table to hit the door and crash.
This was real. This was happening. He wasn't crazy. He wasn't hallucinating. He was using magic. Real magic. His power, his mana, bending the world to his desires. It was wild, fierce, exhilarating. It was his.
His gaze once again darted to the table, to the small desk, to the side stand, and then the bookshelf. So things that he could throw. In all his happiness, he was completely beside himself as he started throwing everything that wasn't nailed down.
Ethan's laughter echoed through the room, wild and unrestrained, his body trembling, his fingers tingling.
Two more crystal balls flew and then an ink pot followed suit. By the time his gaze landed on the small mirror, the door opened with a bang.
"Just what the hell are you doing you little menace?" Miss Agnes stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing, her figure framed by the dim light from the hallway. Her gnarled fingers gripped her cane so tightly that the wood groaned under the pressure.
Ethan's laughter died in his throat, his body freezing, his heart thudding in his chest.
The mirror hovered in the air, suspended by his will, his power, his mana. It hung there, trembling, vibrating for a split second, and everything was still. After this came the big crash and the mirror dropped straight to the ground.
It shattered, sending shards of glass skittering across the floor.
The old woman's eyes widened for a moment as she saw the mirror floating mid-air but then her face turned unsightly. She glared at Ethan, giving him a death stare but all he could do was smile weakly.
All of a sudden he started to feel weak and wobbly and the next instant, he collapsed on the floor fully losing consciousness.
The last thing he saw was Miss Agnes's face twisted in fury, her eyes blazing, her mouth moving but her words drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Then, there was nothing.
"You little fool! You better clear up all this shit when you wake up! Hmph." The old woman turned and walked away with a cold harrumph.