I didn’t have any idea what to do. The whole house was one story now. Does a house contest as one story after it’s been damaged by magic? There was certainly enough of the house around in order for one to call it a one story…
There was only one person who could fix something this damaged by magic, and honestly, I didn’t want to go. I wasn’t afraid of him, but…
Damn, the man was over half a millenia old. You knew he had seen and done htings that you could never dream of. that in itself was intimidating. Crap. I really knew how to get myself in a pickle didn’t I?
I never should have done the spell. I would have bet my life that the faerie wing was what made it go ka-boom. Stupid faerie wing. I really needed to work on my magic.

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When Plan A Doesn't Work...It Looks Like Plan B's All Ya Got
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