Quill Spotted: Near 1/25 Harbour St, Sydney NSW 2000, Australia

Phones rang out in a flurry.

"Sir, the wish has been made. Unfortunately, it was a minor wish this time around," a voice called out, sitting in a café and talking into a device. "What do we do now?"

"We wait until the wielder of the quill makes a major wish. Then we strike," a voice replied from the device.

Meanwhile, as Jack made his wish, people were already searching for his location.

"The wish has been made, quick, hurry before the suspect runs!" a voice cried aloud.

"Yes, sir!" a unison of voices replied, carrying military-grade equipment.

Back at Jack's residence, he was unaware of the unfolding chaos behind the scenes.

He wrote elegantly with a stroke of his wrist: I wish I had pizza on the table right now.

He waited, but nothing happened.

"I guess it was all a bluff," he thought. "I was an idiot for believing in fantasy things like this."

Minutes passed, and Jack grew tired of waiting.

"Well, that's that. If I ever see that gentleman again, I'm going to return these back to him," he said, standing up.

Suddenly, words flashed in his head: Write your desires, and they shall come true. But beware, for every wish draws eyes upon you.

Then there was a knock on his door.

Surprised, Jack stood there, unable to move.

Another knock came, this time with a voice. "Pizza?"

"Wait, what?" Jack couldn't believe what was happening.

After regaining control of his body, Jack quickly picked up the book and quill.

Another knock rang on his door, this time heavier. "PIZZA?"

Jack flipped through the pages to his wish. It was crossed out, along with other wishes.

Let's start anew, a new line appeared below his wish.

The knock on his door got louder and heavier.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

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"Open the door, your pizza is here," the voice behind the door kept saying as they pounded the door. "Don't make me break this door down to give you your pizza."

Jack frantically gripped the quill as the door rattled and shook. "I wish you would get me out of here!"

Suddenly, Jack's window shattered. "Found you!" a man said, jumping into the room.

"Get... Get away!" Jack shouted, grabbing a nearby pencil and hurled it at the assailant.

"Not until you give me what is mine," the man said, stepping forward, unfazed.

"I'll... I'll call the cops!" Jack threatened, his phone in his shaky hand.

"Do it," the man spoke. "I dare you."

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The banging on Jack's door finally ceased as the door broke open.

Multiple people walked in from the door. "Your pizza is here," one of them spoke.

"How about we make a trade? You give us the quill, and we give you your pizza. Deal?"

Jack looked at them, his mind racing. He didn't know the true power this book and quill had, but he wasn't about to give it to the wrong people.

Clutching the book and quill, and accidentally dropping his phone, Jack wished.

Suddenly, the book flew up in the air, and golden letters shone: The Golden Quill: What you truly desire... Is now yours.

A bright light filled the room, and Jack, the book and the quill were gone.

The world around Jack blurred and shifted as if he were being pulled through a vortex. Colors and shapes melded together in a dizzying display until, with a sudden jolt, he landed in a brightly lit alleyway surrounded by buildings on all sides.

Jack couldn't believe what just happened. He had never been a believer in fantasy, but what had just occurred made him one.

He looked at his phone, which was somehow in his pocket despite having thought he dropped it. There were already news headlines about his location, meaning anyone could be there at any moment.

Disoriented, he sat down and stared at the bright blue Australian sky. "Mom, dad, I don't know what to do... Please help."

Remembering the book and quill, he knew he had to find out what power they held, but he had to be a hundred percent safe.

He flipped to his last wish, which was already crossed out.

He gripped the quill tightly, then started writing, but then he stopped.

"If I want this, I might as well make myself that too," he thought selfishly.

Then, continuing to write, he wrote: I wish...

Just like before, the world around Jack became blurred and disjointed. Minutes passed, and Jack reappeared.

"This should give me enough time to gather at least one ally," Jack said to himself.

His phone rang: Mega Condo appeared out of nowhere in Dallas, Texas.

"I don't know about the U.S., but the people down there should take a while to come to me," Jack spoke softly. "But now my main task is to find out what the purpose of this book and quill is."

Suddenly, he got a text from Paul, one of his closest friends: Yo, you good? You didn't appear today.

It completely slipped Jack's mind about the plans he had. "Sorry, bro. Serious shit came up," he replied.

"How serious?"

"Detrimental," Jack replied.

"Alright, I'm going to your apartment," Paul texted.

Remembering what just happened, Jack knew his friend going to his previous apartment would be dangerous.

"Hold up, I'm almost there," Jack's phone buzzed as he was still deep in thought.

"Don't go there," Jack replied urgently.

"Too late," Paul replied, sending a text of what was supposed to be Jack's apartment. "Jack McLaughlin, are you alright?"

Jack, upon seeing the picture of his old apartment reduced to ashes, saw something more terrifying.

Quickly grabbing the book and quill from where he had placed them, he wrote: I wish for all my friends in danger to be transported here safely, please.

Then, going to his phone, Jack replied, "Paul Jacobs, whatever you do, GET AWAY FROM THERE NOW!"

"Wait, why?" Paul replied.

"Just run, now!" Jack frantically texted. "Get at least one kilometer away!"

"Jack, are you crazy?" Paul replied.

Suddenly, golden words appeared in the sky in front of Jack's friends: Your desires are your wishes, which have now... Been granted.