Masada knew why he was here. He just wished that he'd dressed warmly--who knew that dreams could be so cold? Using dainty, pianist fingers, he opened the door to the little castle. Inside was, as expected, a blond girl. She paid no mind to him--clearly she was used to intrusions. At the most, she seemed a bit annoyed.
Masada wasn't too sure this would actually work. But curiosity won him over, and he reached for the light switch. The little blond girl didn't even bother to look up. He flipped the switch off and glanced around immediately. Nothing changed, except the room was darker. The little girl shot him a look, and he quickly left. Face hot with embarrassment, he stood outside the door and decided that the rumor was, indeed, just a rumor. But then he recalled the rest of the gossip--"It might not work the first time," they'd said. "It took me over a dozen tries just to get it to work."
Masada at first thought he was being foolish. Over a dozen tries? It didn't sound likely--in fact, it sounded like a practical joke designed specifically to waste one's time.
Regardless, he went back into the little castle. The girl was still there, still not doing anything. Masada wondered if she ever spoke, or if she could even open her mouth. Feeling even more foolish than before, Masada reached for the light switch. His hand trembled a bit before he touched it. What if it actually DID work? What would happen then?
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