I’d experienced it with magic. Me and it were no longer close friends.

This addict went cold turkey. Five years I’d been clean for, not a taste of the good stuff. No longer an area cadet.

Life was quiet, life was good. Lifestyle was as boring like a conference on boring hosted by Teacher Boring McBoring from Boringsville University or college. So, I have to admit, that when I got attracted back to the Hidden world I wasn’t as reluctant as I made out.

What I wasn’t expecting was having to deal with a dragon holding the about Hidden Spark dwarves’ platinum hostage, accidentally unleashing a maniac on the city, and fighting with each other for my life as everything switches into free fall. Oh, plus I’ve got myself lumbered with a fairly keen wizard-in-training.

Now I’m nearly out of your time, certainly away of fortune, but I’ve responsibilities and I’ll fight until the bitter end. Issue being, the finish is searching decidedly awful, and a blast from our collective past threatens to leave the entire world a barren wasteland.

Hi there, I’m Faz Pound, and once again you can call me Black Spark, Dark Magic Enforcer.

I’m also considering swearing off the magic again.

Maybe.