Magic+-+Galbatorix

=The Hurried Mistake = = =  Today was the day that the first water creating machine trial was going to take place. Six p.m. was the golden moment. Everything was set; the only thing left was the moment when the red light would turn to green. Then there would be the fresh clean water flooding out. The people of Galbatorix would again be able to drink freely as much water as they wanted to. But there were some delays.

“Dr. Lief is not here yet!” someone yelled.

“We still have to get going!” roared the chief scientist.

“But Lief is our newest member and the youngest scientist,” protested Jarred. “And this was going to be his first time in an experimental trial”.

“Everyone take your place,” ordered the Chief, ignoring Jarred's protesting argument.

“But-” Jarred began.

“We must begin,” he finally added.

Jarred dragged himself to his position. He didn’t have anymore energy to argue with his best friend. The place he always wanted to be didn’t seem exciting anymore. Like it used to be when Lief was here.

“Drive faster” Leif cried to the driver. There was no way he could reach headquarters: it was already 5:40 pm. What if they have begun already without the chip that’s with me? he thought. The machine starts throwing fire instead of water and roasts people in the flames and eventually everyone dies. The greater danger was the instruction papers to rebuild that machine would alos burn. The thought ran a chill down his back. Suddenly brakes halted and the taxi stopped dead. In a hurry, Lief accidentally gave the driver $100 instead of $10. There was a //click// and a //thud// as if something fell but Leif didn’t bother to look.

He ran upstairs as quickly as his legs would take him. He ran so fast he could barely stop when he reached the front door. He turned the door knob: it wouldn’t open. He wished the doors were living, because if they were he would choke this one to death. “Perhaps you should go through the door everyone uses,” the janitor seethed.

The sudden call jolted Lief back from his roasting people dream. He was panting in massive breaths. Sweat was pouring down his shirt like it was getting a sweat wash. “Oh yes, thanks,” he replied hurrying back to the other door, forgetting about his briefcase.

Time was flying by: it was 5:46 pm. Lief entered and jumped back as he saw himself standing back and found Barda standing in front of his face. Barda was a strong, muscular, brave security guard.

“ID, please,” Barda barked without any expression on his face.

Lief navigated through his right-hand pocket; that was where he kept it. Then the thought hit him straight on. He had dropped it while paying the taxi driver. “Please let me go” he begged “You know me don’t you. I pass here everyday. Please!”

"Sorry, I can listen but not his card detector.” He glared a Lief with his frightening grey eyes.

Lief went back to the road and there it was lying down on the ground. Beside it were pieces of his broken old rusty iPhone. He was running upstairs, not preferring to use the high-tech elevator; but Lief then remembered he had left his briefcase with the chip. //Why did he have to make this mistake//, he thought. He ran back as fast as he could. On the way back Barda gave him a nod, detecting the card with the card-detector and let him through.

The future of Galbatorix layin Lief’s hands. He had to cross one more door. The time was 5:59 pm. **Click!** The door opened...