It's another invitation to a new day, that sunrise so ordinary extraordinary; the sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue.
John has waited patiently for the sunrise to make his way to the Wizithon. He has to ignore what Ruth has told him and he used his magic to appear some few paces away from the entrance gate of Wizithon. One of the guards on seeing him come closer to the gate yelled down at him from the watchtower with his crossbow pointed at him. “Make a halt and state your business stranger!”
Even though John has been to Wizithon with Ruth in the time past, this guard does not know him for he has not come in contact with him at his earlier visit.
John clears his throat and spoke in confidence as he cast his gaze at the watchtower. “I a
