The movement of the wagon caused by the cracks in the narrow river of land, in the middle of an immense sea of green grass, like a boat that stops its course due to a storm that prevents it from sailing, the horses stopped from one moment to the next, the owner hit them with his whip to keep them moving forward, but for more pain and whining that the horses released they did not want to move, in owner I try to force them in all ways, I try to convince them with food, I cause them pain trying to flee from it, but the horses with a strong determination, very rare to see in animals, remained in place, so the owner of the wagon decided to stay camping on the side of the road, due to the late that had been made because of the delay of the horses.

The owner wanted to move the horses to the side of the road, but they did not want to either, and in order not to lose them, they camped in the middle of the road, and as soon as he was about to get his things off the wagon, he suddenly began to feel dizzy and fell asleep in the middle of the road.

As soon as Ophelia woke up, she raised her head and saw that they were in the middle of the road, she took her head out of the back door and saw nothing but grass and a purple sunset, she turned her head to see the sides of the wagon and also saw nothing, under the wagon she felt the dry earth on her face, along with the wind gusts that occasionally occur in the field, she stained her hand with the dust accumulated on the outer walls of the wagon, while walking in front of the wagon looking for someone, but she only found a few horses resting, on the ground, she turned around the whole wagon but did not find anyone, nor did she see anyone in the distance in the field, she sat on the bank of the back of the wagon, grabbed and ate a starry fruit from one of the boxes she was carrying in the back.

While eating, Ophelia noticed something strange in the distance, a large black bird that flew in circles, Ophelia looked at him, took his briefcase backpack and went to him with the vague hope of finding something, as soon as she reached, she ralized that was circling around nothing, as soon as Ophelia walked and stood in the center of the circle that the bird made with its flaps, the bird began to squawk, broke the circle it made and flew in the direction of the carriage, but as soon as Ophelia turned to see him, she did not see the carriage, but her village, the village from whom she had fled.

It was completely empty, Ophelia could not believe it, she knew it was an illusion, that she did not know why, maybe it was an attack, an accident, she was dead maybe, Ophelia could not move, she did not want to move, she did not have the courage to move towards there, she did not know what was going to happen and she did not want to find out either, she stood still, thinking about what was happening, and she stood there in the middle of the road, at first she thought about waiting for someone else to pass and help them, but seeing the illusion that felt so real in her eyes, she realized that no one would come.

* "Help, please help!" shouted someone in the distance.

Ophelia listened, but did not answer, she was afraid , she felt powerless with fear, listening to those screams in the distance scared her even more.

* "Okey calm down Ophelia you can, it could be the owner of the wagon" Ophelia said aloud "you also know that town very well so you should not be afraid, there is no way you will get lost, mom I teach you very well how to orient yourself in that place."

Ophelia became demotivated from one moment to the next and frustration and anger took hold of her.

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* "Stupid Caspian, stupid captain, stupid worms, stupid secret assignment, stupid government, I just wanted to have a normal life studying magic and plants and now I'm here locked in an illusion and running away from the government!" he said shouting.

* "That's magic, this is part of a magical adventure, stupid government, they should spend their time cleaning the roads instead of chasing me" he said with some joy.

* "So if it is not an attack I think I can get out, but it will cost me a lot if I do not know how I was bewitched in the first place?" he said again out loud "I think about it later."

Then Ophelia bent down and took off her briefcase bag and saw him for the first time since she escaped from those soldiers. I take out a couple of linen scrolls, three empty jars, a few sachets with marble-like capsules of different types of rocks, and many, many dried herbs and flowers. And in a pocket adjacent to the general compartment was a jar of water containing the Caxao worms.

* "This is bad, it has no ink or magic pencil." he said with a nervous smile

* "The rocks he has with very few and in small quantities, are of different colors and are not classified by name and the plants I do not know how to use them more than roses." he said with a trembling voice "I have practically nothing to work with."

BOOM it was heard that a loud noise came from the town, but not a voice was heard. Ophelia was frightened, the hope of being able to do something had made her momentarily forget her situation, but as soon as she heard the loud rumble she regained consciousness of her situation and the fear returned covered her body and her mind, like a shadow that returns whenever the sun goes down.

Ophelia felt all her muscles tighten and the cold of the current of air enveloped her, but between the illusion and the time in the real world she did not know how much had happened so with long steps she began to advance slowly towards the town.

And she walked and walked and continued walking, she felt the stony surface, every step she took she felt it, the indentations and the reliefs on the way caused by the rocks on the way, the subtle, but perceptible breezes of wind she could feel all over her skin, each time she breathed the throat and mouth they became drier because the air thinned with dust entered her, her nerves were at its maximum, it seemed as if her eyes had been blindfolded and all her senses had suddenly sharpened, and with each step they became more and more sensitive, at the same time that her step became heavier, because her fear did not disappear, and it seemed a kind of unconscious resistance of the body that kept her alert to everything. Until she finally get to the entrance.

"I'm already here back home, YEE – HAW." she said discouragedly.

"It's sad that my return home after five whole days of work is like this" she said discouragedly.

" This is not the time to be sad, I have to find the owner of the wagon!" she said resolutely and with her eyes on the front.

Ophelia walked along the first street and everything was empty, the houses with nothing, windows doors, roofed everything disappeared except for the structure the moment she entered the border between the countryside and the purple sunset and the illusion. She continued walking along three more streets until the rest of the town disappeared, roads, and houses, and nothing more in the center was a small jungle that lay hidden by the facade of houses, the whole jungle was of a single purple color, and now Ophelia thought about what to do while contemplating the monochromatic jungle in shock.