Tis the season… from Death of Magick

Knarra said, “Go to the first door.”

Erinnia opened the door easily. She found a room with no defined dimensions. There was a blue sky filled with small fluffy clouds. The floor was grassy; there was a small tree with light green fruits. A white bird warbled in the tree.

“OK! This has to be illusory! I know we are deep within the world,” Nigel declared.

Roscoe peered through his prism and reported, “It’s a partridge in a pear tree.”

Cade drew his bow and released an arrow which struck the bird. The bird shrieked and fell out of the tree. Nigel inspected the bird and the tree.

He said, “It was a partridge in a pear tree.”