I smile, when I see the expression on the face of Johnny Omicron, looking at his empty hand, where just a moment before was the Book.
Then he shouts, angrily “The speedster!” and the Arabian man, standing next to him, quickly says some arcane spell, and a very old looking lamp appears on his hand. He kneel down, and from the lamp comes oil, that covers the floor very fast.
Tobias slips, like he should never have done on a normal greasy substance. Falling, he throws the book at us.
I jump, AND THE BOOK IS IN MY HANDS.
There is nothing else now. The voices of my comrades, making wall to protect me from the Omicron men, are very far and low.
The debris of the temple faded away.
Nothing around us.
Just the book.
And me.
And the dark dwarf.
Months have passed since the last time I saw him. “Nur, nur” he shouts from his stage.
And I run, faster than when velocity was my job, my art.
My heart beat like a drum, it ache in my eardrums. My lungs are on fire.
I am flying, I never even noticed when I left the temple and took flight.
The dwarf in my head keep speaking: “Od ot elba saw reven rehtom ruoy tahw did uoy!”
The forest, below me. The lake, the fountain. I land, on the convoluted shape of marble and stone. I find a niche, a little niche.
Must take breath, stop for a moment, focus. Can’t run, must hide the book. Where, where?
