Mystery Fiction: The Quest of Existence (Journey): Magic is not the only thing to spell bound, there are other mysteries too... (37 page)

“
Do
y
ou
r
ea
l
l
y
don’t
k
n
ow
wh
e
r
e
y
ou
a
re
right
now
?
”
he

a
sked.

“
Ah...
I
’m in a
fo
re
st pr
o
b
a
b
l
y
.
”
S
he
a
ns
w
e
r
e
d h
i
m.

“
Th
e
n
y
ou
ought
to
l
i
sten
to
me
ca
r
e
ful
l
y
,
o
k
a
y
?
”
he

w
a
nted
c
onf
i
rm
a
t
i
on.

“
Ok
a
y
.”
S
he
s
a
id.

“
I
n
a
cc
o
r
d
a
n
c
e
to
th
i
s
e
xis
t
e
n
ce
,
I
must
n
a
me
y
ou
K
e
l
l
y
.”

He
pro
p
osed.

“
K
e
l
l
y
?
How
do
y
ou kn
o
w
a
bout he
r
?
”
she
g
ot surp
r
ised.
“
B
eca
u
s
e
I
know
y
ou
.
”
He
tried
to r
e
l
a
te his pr
o
posit
i
on.
“
W
h
a
t do
y
ou m
e
a
n
?
”
s
h
e
b
e
c
a
me
c
u
r
ious.

“
K
e
l
l
y
is
the
n
a
me
o
f
y
o
ur
s
ec
ond
e
xis
t
e
n
c
e
.”
He
to
l
d
h
e
r
,
ca
r
e
l
e
ss
l
y
.

“
S
ec
ond
e
xis
t
e
n
c
e
?
”
she
g
ot su
r
p
r
ised.

“
Y
ea
h
!
This
will
r
e
main
no
more
a
surp
r
ise
for
y
ou
if
I tell
y
o
u
that
a
ll
of us
h
a
ve more than
o
ne
e
xis
t
e
n
ce
.
S
ome h
a
ve two,
some
h
a
ve thr
e
e
a
n
d
the others
h
a
ve
e
v
e
n
more.” He w
a
s r
e
v
ea
l
i
ng unb
e
l
i
e
v
a
b
le
fac
ts.

“
OM
G
!”
she
w
a
s
to
t
a
l
l
y
surp
r
ised.
“
Do
a
ll
of
t
he
p
e
ople

know i
t
?
”
she
a
sked
c
u
r
i
ous
l
y
.

“
Not
a
ll
of
us
but
some
p
e
ople
re
a
l
l
y
know
i
t
.
A
nd
most
of them l
i
ke
y
ou h
a
p
p
e
n to
know
a
bout
i
t.”
H
e
to
l
d
h
e
r.

“
Did
y
ou kn
o
w it
?
”
she
a
sked.

“
Ah…
I
a
lso
h
a
pp
e
n
e
d
t
o
know
i
t
.”
He
took
si
g
h
th
i
nki
n
g
a
bout so
m
e
th
i
ng.

“
I
t
’s som
e
th
i
ng str
a
ng
e
l
y
e
x
c
i
t
ing.” She s
a
id.

“
This
is
just
a
pp
ea
ring
to
y
ou
y
e
t.
I
t
m
a
y spoil
the
whole
of
y
o
ur
l
if
e
.
I
n
f
a
c
t,
i
t
’s
a
s
l
ow
poison
for those
who
know
i
t
.” He
said.

“
But
I
’m
just
th
i
nking
of
that
e
x
c
i
t
ing
mo
m
e
nt
w
h
e
n
I
’ll
b
e

talking
to
m
y
s
e
lf.”
S
he
g
ot exited.

“
No! Don
’
t
e
v
e
r
th
i
nk
of
i
t
!” th
i
s
t
i
me
he
stopp
e
d
for a mo
m
e
nt,
turn
e
d to her
a
n
d w
a
rn
e
d
strict
l
y
.

“
O…
O
k
a
y
!
”
she
g
ot co
n
fus
e
d
a
t
t
his r
e
sponse.

The
man
s
ee
med
r
e
st
l
e
s
s
a
t
th
i
s qu
e
st
i
on
a
nd
s
a
t
on
t
h
e f
a
l
l
e
n st
e
m of a t
r
ee
.

“
I
’m so
r
r
y
if
I
hurt
y
ou.”
S
he
a
polog
iz
e
d.

“
No n
e
ed to
f
ee
l s
o
r
r
y
.
B
ut
I
must
s
a
y
if
y
ou
e
v
e
r
a
t
t
e
mp
t
e
d to
do
th
is
,
y
ou’ll
be
sub
j
ec
ted
to
punishment
b
y
t
he
Migh
t
y Time
L
o
r
d,
for
a
n unkn
o
wn span
o
f t
i
me.”
He
tried to
give h
e
r a
lesson.

“
How
c
a
n
y
ou
s
a
y
th
i
s
?
And
who
is
Migh
t
y
T
i
me
L
o
r
d
?
”

she
a
sked
c
u
rious
l
y
.

“
He
is
the
judge
a
t
t
h
e
on
l
y
t
i
me
station,
the
p
l
ac
e
wh
e
r
e
y
o
u
w
e
nt
a
nd
met
the
str
a
ng
e
st
c
r
ea
tu
r
e
s
e
v
e
r.”
He
s
a
id.