Hi guys! I hope you all have a nice weekend. Here is a new chapter for you. Somehow, this took me long to write, so I hope that you will like it.

Ezekiel was actually happy to see Jake and Cassandra. He didn't know why, but he somehow wanted to be with them. However, as they entered the room, he suddenly felt the headache again.

"Ezekiel!" Cassandra ran over him and gave him a hug.

"Cassie, I can't breathe" Ezekiel joked as she hugged him so tightly that he can't free himself. It was a good feeling, but the headache didn't go away. Instead, he had the feeling that it got stronger. He decided not to tell the others, though.

"How are you doing?" Jake asked as Cassandra left him free. Ezekiel found that he had a strange look on him.

"Good" Ezekiel lied, ignoring the pounding pain in his head. "Actually, I don't really understand what is going on here. Jenkins was kind of strange earlier. And Baird, too." He looked to Cassandra, but she preferred to stare on the floor for some unknown reason.

"It's great to see you awake, though" Jake said and gave him a very short hug as well.

"So, what had happened when I was sleeping? The last thing I remember was that we were in that room and trying to find this bag." Ezekiel asked. He had enough. He wanted to know what was going on, and trying it directly seemed to be a good idea since everyone ignored his questions.

"Well, to summarize it, Cassandra tried out some magic on you and then you collapsed" Jake said, his voice suddenly went harder.

"But it did work, didn't it?" Cassandra said instantly. "I mean, he found the bag." She had to defense herself, even though she could understand Jake's opinion on the situation.

Jake couldn't hold it back any longer. "Yes, and then he was in coma for four days!" he exclaimed. "Why can't you understand that this was NOT something good! Magic IS not good!"

As soon as Jake spoke it out, he regretted it. Cassandra was near tears. She looked at him and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ezekiel.

"Guys… I don't feel good." Ezekiel said, nearly whispering. Both looked to their thief who was massaging his head. He was very pale and again, he head those sweat pearls on his forehead as if something was really exhausting for him.

"I'll call Jenkins!" Jake said pulling out his phone and shocked by the view of his friend. This was too strange. First, he had seemed to be okay. How could his condition change like that from one minute to the other?

"Ezekiel, lay back, but don't close your eyes" Cassandra instructed him while pushing him gently back on the bed. "We need you to stay awake, okay?"

She wondered why he was like that all of a sudden. As they had entered the room, he was okay; his cheek even had some blushed color, and Jenkins himself had said that Ezekiel was good.

"'kay" was all the young man managed to say. He tried to focus on her voice since everything else had become blurry. He felt a hand on his forehead.

"You are hot" Cassandra said worriedly.

"Thanks" he murmured, his eyes nearly closed. He didn't want her to be worried; he had gave them enough to worry the last few days. He tried to force a smile, but was forming a grimace of pain as another wave of a pounding pain behind his right temple came over him.

Cassandra tried to smile back, but still felt the tears coming up. Even in such a situation, he was trying to keep up the mood. She just hoped that he would get better, although he didn't seem as if he would be better soon at the moment.

"Jenkins and Baird are on their way." Jake said with a supervising view on Ezekiel, who still looked miserable. "He said we should try to keep him awake."

In the meantime, some minutes before.

"So, you say that the spell makes Ezekiel sick if he doesn't get his deepest whish?"

Jenkins and Eve were in the kitchen of the library, preparing some tea and snacks for their young thief. Jenkins had told Eve about his idea of how the spell influenced Ezekiel.

"Yes I think so." he said while cutting some ginger. He saw the asking look on the guardian. He sighed.

"Ok, I'll explain. Originally, the spell was there to work as detector…. As a help to find something that a person is really looking for….."

"But what has that to do with his deepest wish?" Eve interrupted him impatiently.

"Well, since Miss Cillian is no magician, she probably didn't pronounced the words as they should have been pronounced. My idea is that somehow this has caused a connection between the detector spell and the spell that had been put on the bag. And this bag, as I told Miss Cillian and Mr. Stone earlier, only fills if the person really wants it to be filled, from his or her deepest inner soul. Consequently, if it's the deepest wish.

Can you follow me?"

Eve nodded, now getting what the problem was. "And if he doesn't get this wish…"

"Our young thief could even die" Jenkins spoke it out directly and looked in her eyes. So it was really something serious. Eve opened her mouth, then sighed. Why does something like that always have to happen to her librarians?

"So, why can't we help him? I mean, we could just ask him what he wishes and then try to get it."

"Colonel, you don't understand. A magic spell 'feels' if somebody manipulates it. Plus, it's probably not something you can buy… or steal. If it's connected with his health and well-being, I assume that it has to be an emotion that Mr. Jones is looking for. Maybe something that he even can't describe himself."

Suddenly he was interrupted by the ringtone of Baird's phone. She answered it. It was Jake. Wondering what he wanted, she picked up.

The story is slowly coming to an end. I hope that you still continue to read the next chapters, though. Please don't forget to review.

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