I walked into Kord's spiritual plane. It was stark and beautiful. I also wasn't surprised that it looked like a gothic library.
"Hello?"
A low shushing sound came back to me from somewhere. "Keep your voice down, woman."
I smiled as I recognized a younger version of Kord's voice. I walked up the main aisle until I came to an open circle that held a desk big enough to sit at least fifty people around its edges.
A young man, probably in his mid-teens, was sitting at the desk, his nose buried in a book. "Do you have your library card?" he asked without looking up.
I chuckled. "No, Kord. I don't have a library card. Are you going to show me where your magic is?"
The young man looked up, his black-framed glasses slipping down his nose. He pushed them back up, licked his lips. "How did
