Module 4: A Narrative Fiction

The man said, “I was following you around, because we didn’t know where we were going. We thought you looked like you knew where you were going. I didn’t mean to scare. Every time I started to approach you to ask you for help, you ran away.”

peel back the curtain and take a long hard look at the wizard (In the

The first robber, who was going through the contents of the basket, was getting angrier with each handful of padding that he pulled out. The second robber, who was apparently more patient, continued to hold down Tree-ear. When the first robber finally pulled out the vases, he shouted out his anger since there was no food in the straw container. The second robber, who was more experienced in locating food and money, emptied Tree-ear’s waist pouch on the ground and the first robber scooped up the remaining string of coins. Tree-ear’s joy at the wholesomeness of the vases was short lived when the second robber decided to shatter the vases for “a little fun.” When the robbers left, all that was left was a pile of

Jurgis struggles to find work, but he always ends up finding something. The job he gets requires him to string phone lines in tunnels under the city. Not long after getting the job, Jurgis breaks his arm due to a speeding train. This leaves him unable to work for months, his only option left is to become a beggar on the streets. In a bar one night, Jurgis is befriended by a wealthy drunk man. This man gives Jurgis a hundred dollar bill, but when he tries to get change for it, the bartender steals it. Jurgis gets into a fight with said bartender, only to get arrested and jailed

“How about I give ye a different type of demonstration of my own concerning another matter entirely? When I’m near ye I canna think clearly, ye have a magic which draws me to

S-1 walks to the rear of the store and walks behind C-2 and attempted to snatch money from her hand. S-1 first attempt was unsuccessful so he grabbed C-1 and attempted to snatch the money again. S-1 was still was unsuccessful. C-1 then ran to the front of the store where he saw C-1 holding her wallet in her hand. S-1 turned around and grabbed C-1’s wallet after a brief struggle over the wallet S-1 was able to gain control of the wallet and fled the scene.

More rustling came from the brush, and next, a bright fire blazed in the small circle of stones on the ground. With his luck, a practitioner of black magic stood nearby, ready and waiting to torture and kill.

The man jumped up on his horse and helped the poor fisherman up. The rode into the town and tied up their horse on the hitching post. The two men walked into the saloon and yelled out, "Bartender, two drinks". The two men took a seat and waited on the bartender. The men talked about their work and hobbies until the bartender arrived. The bartender came to the table and gave them two drinks. The man handed him the money and then the bartender walked away.

“Well, I came back here to tell you lot that whoever catches that thief gets a reward of fifteen shillings! Quite a hefty amount is it not?” mused Russell. The others gaped at him in shock. “Well if it’s ‘quite a hefty amount’ as you said, then why not try for it yourself?” mocked Samuel in suspicion. “I would but I’ve got to get back to the rails. That’s where I heard of the reward, and one of the boys say they saw him head east of the bridge,” answered Russell not missing a beat.

“This staff?” He looked down at it fondly. “Made from the bones of an old one, and taking me more than 100 years to finish, and yes, I am that old, much older than your father when we first met and became friends. I am older than anyone can imagine and this staff is without a doubt, the source of great magic. In its handle sits the

Loud obnoxious laughter echoes throughout the house, he is trying his best no doubt to charm her. The illusion he casts I admit is a fine one, even the great magician ‘Harry Kellar’ would be impressed; though I like the stage hand, know all his tricks.There is more laughter and goodnights are spoken. Here he comes now creaking up the stairs. There is a pause outside my door and then onwards to his chambers above mine.

Merlin stood in front of Tintagel’s Great Hall as he had done many times in the past. Yet in his previous visits, the hall had been dark, sparsely lit, with only a handful of inhabitants. He had never explored the room, although he had many opportunities to do so when Uther was gone. But he never felt the need to. He was content in being with the company of Igraine.

“Romans! We have to unite against the decrepit government of the past. The old leaders are like poison ivy on the walls of Rome, if left unchecked, they will strangle and poison our very souls. We must extinguish the last of these weeds, and bring prosperity to Rome!” Julius Caesar gave a munificent smile to the crowd, then turned with a sweep of his cloak, and retreated from the balcony of the estate.

While Merlin has made it clear to most that his magical abilities amount to ‘no more than interesting parlor tricks,’ however, even mediocre magic gives us an advantage and we will accept the help.” The king turned toward his advisor and former tutor. “Merlin.”

In the great and wise words of Sir Nicholas De Mimsy-Porpington, “Wizards can leave an imprint of themselves on the Earth, to walk paley where their living selves once trod...But very few choose that path.”