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“Pay attention. This is important.” The dragon dipped its head to meet her gaze squarely. “You cannot survive here in this state. You must take on a temporary existence so you can affect the items and spaces around you. But there’s a time limit on this existence. You only have three days, seventy-two hours, to complete the quest before your real body dies.”
“What?” Nichelle felt all the blood leave her face. “You can’t be serious. Why can’t I just stay in the body I have? I mean, it’s mine.”
“Why?” The dragon swept its tail straight at her and it slid through her without even making her hair flutter. “That’s why. You aren’t really here but you’re not really in your own world. It’s a strange paradox that none of us can fix. However, you can take on a new body for the duration of the quest, find the things I need, and get your old body back to face the Wizard.”
“Wait, wait. There’s now a wizard, too?” Nichelle narrowed her eyes. “Why do we need to face the Wizard?”
“Because the Wizard will give you the final choice.”
She swallowed hard, panic zinging through her. “Final choice?”
“Yes. I’m not privy to what choice you’ll be given – that’s up to the Wizard – but I suspect it will determine if you can stay here or be kicked on to the next world.”
“Oh my glory, there’s another world after this one?” Nichelle’s voice hit a sharp note.
“Calm down, I’m sure it will be just fine—”
“Don’t tell me to calm down. You’re not facing a mythical being telling you your body’s going to die in seventy-two hours unless you go on said mythical being’s quest!”