A few more minutes and heavy cursing later, Ethan sat down in the dusty room with a sigh. "I might as well try to do what that woman told me to. Who knew maybe it worked? Maybe I wasn't taking her seriously enough?"
He looked at the dusty bookshelf once again and replayed the old hag's words in his mind. "Just will it and it's yours to command."
Fine. Whatever. He focused on a dusty nook in a corner and with all of his focus, he ordered it to move. He stared at it unblinkingly. Like pushing out a piece of stubborn tard, he willed for the damn thing to move.
Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move.
Nothing moved. The dust sat there, stubborn and unmoving, mocking him with its stillness.
Ethan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, his face twisting in a constipated fashion, and tried again. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move.
Once again, nada.
