He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax."
"Has it got any sports in it?"
"Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Breave men. Cowardly men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles."
"Sounds okay," I said, and I kind of closed my eyes. 

- William Goldman, The Princess Bride 

There was a low rumble and the sound of growling. Warem reached for his sword. "The time hasssss come," hissed a voice. Warem now had his sword fully drawn. “Who goes there!?! In the name of the Kingdom of Ordea, I command you to reveal yourself!” Warem yelled. He heard a snarl from behind him.

“The Kingdom of Ordea? Hah! There will be no Kingdom of Ordea when the resssst of my brotherssss are releasssssed!” the voice chuckled. The wind picked up, making the sound echo through the trees so that Warem couldn't find the origin of the voice.

He was suddenly hit with a metal object and knocked to the ground. He looked to see someone he wish he haden’t. “Y-You! H-How did you get out of the gate?!?!” Warem stuttered in shock. The being hovered over him, flashing its green eyes at him.

“Dear Kalima, becaussse thissss isss the end for you, I sssshall grant you the ansssswer to your quessstion,” it said, a sly smile on its face as it lowered its head towards the ear of the Kalima. It whispered something, making Warem’s eyes widen and jaw drop. “You’re lying! There is no way that-”

“Oh, but my dear Kalima, it isss true! And jussst like you, your beloved Counc-ssil won’t know, until it’ssss too late.” It laughed as it grabbed Warem’s sword. Warem took one last look at the horrifying creature before it slit his throat.

-

"Good... Good! Keep your form; don't lose your concentration," Ramulin said as you continued to focus on your illusion. You were creating a forest... for the third time. Your eyes were closed, and you quieted your mind. Creating illusions took complete concentration and will power.

You visualized the forest in your mind: the roots, the texture of the forest floor, the foliage. When you had finally completed the image in your mind, you deeply inhaled and placed both of your hands parallel in front of you.

You slowly began to open your eyes, making sure not to lose the image of the forest in your mind. As you did, the forest in your mind began to blend into your current surroundings. The waterfalls became large trees, and the other members of the tribe became rocks and plants. The bridge you were standing on became that damp, lush forest floor you pictured.

You looked at the opening of the forest, a large circle that served as a gateway out of the trees. There was something floating outside the opening. At first you thought it was the sun, but as you looked closer, you realized that it was oddly shaped.

"What is that?" you asked yourself. Just then, you felt something hard hit your forehead, knocking you onto the floor.

The illusion of the forest disappeared. You were now lying flat on the ground. “Ow!!! What the heck!?!?” you yelled as you turned your head towards a tall, black-haired boy. “Ramulin, aren’t Illusionists suppose to be concentrated at all times?” he snickered. “Yes, that is true, Erad. Kora, please learn how to deepen your focus,” Ramulin suggested to me as he grabbed his things and began to walk back to the village.

“But he threw a fist sized stone at my head!!! How am I supposed to ignore that?!?” you complained as you followed him, Erad lurking behind you two. Ramulin turned his head towards you as he continued walking.

“The strongest Illusio