Excalibur Fools Novels & Stories

I was head over heels, dreaming of a future with him while circling answers. He wasn't exactly focused either. When he looked at me, his sincerity seemed real. "What kind of ring do you like?" Talking about rings so young made us both blush like fools. After a long pause, I mumbled, "Purple, I guess. I've always loved purple." His voice was soft. "Got it." The cicadas hummed, and for a moment, I believed in forever. "Their company is a wreck, and he sends a purple diamond? Must've sold his soul for that," Stanley said, his tone sharp with rare venom.

That was why he was humiliating Wilbur like this, wanting him to just give up. Well, he would just call it a case of bad faith. After another failed attempt, Wilbur got to his feet. The winds blew the cauldron pieces into the air, knocking them apart and sweeping them off the cliff. Wilbur leaped into the air and was about to be on his way. The air flashed with golden light all of a sudden, and Senior Fremont appeared in front of him once more with a rather smug smile on his face. "Already giving up after just a few days?"