Noah, a young ten year old boy, found a cool shop that might have some cool toys or trinkets. It was a magic shop! Though Noah was at the age where children begin to become cynical and not believe on magic any longer, they some still have the innocent wonders of childhood.
Noah is such a young boy. He's thim, light-skinned, with long wavy blind hair that comes down past his slightly elfish-shaped ears. His large green eyes light up with wonder as he browses through the aisles. Noah made his way over to a section that contained books.
He decided to browse through some of the books, but they all were mostly with blank pages. Boring! Noah wasn't a writer.
Some books contained some ancient languages he knew nothing about. Except one. One book seemed to stick out like a sore thumb to the young, curious Noah. He wandered over, picked it out, and read the title:
"Magickal Spells, Beings, and Items; A Treatise in the Local Vernacular."
Noah, being ten, didn't quite know what all that meant. He didn't know why the word "Magickal" was spelled wrong. But he didn't care. He was curious about Magical beings, items, and spells. And so, Noah opened the book, and started browsing.
"Hey! You can't read that in here, kid. You'll either have to purchase it and take it home to read, or put it back," said a disgruntled old man all the sudden.
Noah breathed in heavily as he quickly shut the book and looked up with his wide innocent young eyes.
"I'm sorry, mister. I didn't know-"
"Say. You seem interested in that book, " he said in a softer tone. "Would you like to make a purchase?"
"Well......how much? I only have enough from my allowance. Which isn't much...." Noah hesitated.
"I'll tell ya what, kid. Let's see how much ya got?"
"Well, ok, " said Noah.
The boy reached into his pockets, and pulled out a wad of cash he was not expecting.
"What the heck?" he said in wonder at the small stack of hundred dollar bills in his hand.
"Wow, kid. Looks like you're loaded, " said the man with a smirk.
"Yeeeeeaaahhhh.....well.... I didn't know-" Noah was cut off.
"Let's see what we got there," said the old man as he reached out and snatched the wad of cash from the kid's long thin piano-playing white fingers with perfect nails.
"5, 6, 7, $800..." the old man finished counting while Noah was distracted, wondering where all that money came from. "Maybe he's a real magician, and he put it there so I can buy the book!" he thought.
"That's very good. Precisisely what this book cost!" the old man spoke up. "And now, that old book is all yours. Now run along!"
Noah stood there, looking up at the man gratefully with his bright green eyes for a moment before skipping home to start readong through his new book.