Chapter 5 — Page 29
Can’t practice magic on an empty stomach.
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SCENE SEVEN
PANEL 1: Refugees, zombies, warriors, undead army, and various fae folk drink, dance, hug, and sing songs. Fetch, Pooka and Knob look on. Owen walks up.
KNOB: Well done, mate.
POOKA: That poem really sucked, but it worked, I’ll grant you that.
FETCH: Thank you. But I’ll never be the poet Finvarra is.
OWEN: Hey, Fetch! Now that I know you can do real magic…
PANEL 2: Owen, dressed in street clothes, approaches Fetch.
OWEN: …maybe you can start teaching it to me. Like you promised.
FETCH: Patience, grasshopper. Besides … I thought you were anxious to get home.
PANEL 3: Owen looks sheepish, and realization dawns upon Fetch’s face.
OWEN: I am. But the battle is over. And, well … I think I’m stuck here.
FETCH: What? Wh – you didn’t! You know the rules!
PANEL 4: Owen exasperated, Fetch alarmed.
OWEN: You never feed me! I had to eat something!
FETCH: Oh, crap. Your dad will kill me.
PANEL 1: Refugees, zombies, warriors, undead army, and various fae folk drink, dance, hug, and sing songs. Fetch, Pooka and Knob look on. Owen walks up.
KNOB: Well done, mate.
POOKA: That poem really sucked, but it worked, I’ll grant you that.
FETCH: Thank you. But I’ll never be the poet Finvarra is.
OWEN: Hey, Fetch! Now that I know you can do real magic…
PANEL 2: Owen, dressed in street clothes, approaches Fetch.
OWEN: …maybe you can start teaching it to me. Like you promised.
FETCH: Patience, grasshopper. Besides … I thought you were anxious to get home.
PANEL 3: Owen looks sheepish, and realization dawns upon Fetch’s face.
OWEN: I am. But the battle is over. And, well … I think I’m stuck here.
FETCH: What? Wh – you didn’t! You know the rules!
PANEL 4: Owen exasperated, Fetch alarmed.
OWEN: You never feed me! I had to eat something!
FETCH: Oh, crap. Your dad will kill me.
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