Miracles of Science
To think that someone like him could be afflicted with such a human ailment. He’d nearly died and since he only practiced black magic, he didn’t have the power to save himself. He had to resort to doctors, putting his life in mortal hands. Even more infuriating since this surgery had a risk of death in itself but it paid off. A few weeks later and now he was standing outside the doctor’s office. He knocked before walking in, getting a little impatient.
“Dr. Jacobsen? Do you remember me? It’s Matthias. You saved my life a few weeks ago.” He bowed his head. “I’m not sure if it will mean much but I came to show my gratitude.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wooden mortar and pestle. “I realize you don’t practice traditional medicine but it is a possession of one of the greatest healers I’ve ever known. I hope it will give you strength.” It also possessed great magic but he didn’t think he should say that. Putting magic in the hands of mortals was forbidden to begin with.
