One night....
You sit on your shelf, as you have for who-knows-how-many years. Suddenly, a form materializes in the wizard's chair. It takes a moment to become defined, but once it does you jump--or rather, would jump, if you could. The wizard is sitting in his chair, drinking his tea. Except not quite, because both the wizard and the tea have become translucent. Then it hits you; the wizard is a ghost now. For some reason, that doesn't really surprise you. It seems only logical, in fact, that dead wizards should return as ghosts.
The wizard begins walking around the shop, talking to various objects on the shelves. There must have been other customers like you in the shop, transformed into inanimate objects by the wizard's magic. Finally, he comes to you, and snaps his fingers. That snap is the first sound you've heard in decades, and it's rather alarming. Then, the wizard begins to talk.
"Hello again. It's been quite a while, hasn't it? I've given you your sense of hearing back, which I'm sure you've noticed. You can't talk though, much to my delight. Some degree of realism must be maintained if you'll ever make a convincing statue. I plan to spend the next few years checking back in with all my customers, but I thought I'd do you that favor, so you can listen in on what's about to happen. You see, my shop has been left to my next of kin, who happens to be a very VERY distant nephew of mine. He's a rather humorless attorney with absolutely no knowledge of my art. You'll want to hear what's going on, because things are about to get very interesting around here. Or at least...more interesting than normal.
Written by Zodiac on 18 November 2007
The end (for now)