Osric waited until the magical force emanating from his hands reached its zenith, then he spoke a word and thrust his hands at the ghost. The power flowed out of him in a rush of light, and the ghost was consumed with miniature bolts of lightning. Osric watched with cautious hope to see what would happen.
The lightning flashed out, leaving the ghost in its previous state. Undamaged and undeterred, it closed the distance on Osric before he could think of another offensive spell. He quickly muttered a protective ward before the ghost enveloped him in its icy aura.
From inside the spirit, Osric could see the treasure chamber in its former glory. Elaborate hanging chandeliers lit the chamber as brightly as daytime. Every shelf and chest was filled with treasure beyond estimation. Elves dressed in flowing silk robes carried precious metals and gems of every size and color in and out of the chamber. They were all tall, above six feet, with pale skin and long white hair. They possessed an unearthly beauty that captivated Osric.
He saw a woman approach him. She was dressed in sapphire blue robes and wore the crown Osric had given to lavender—the Elf Queen. She stood over him, her white hair intertwined with the jewels of the crown, and laid her hands on his shoulders. Osric became dizzy, and as the vision of the distant past swirled before him, he fell unconscious in the empty chamber, the ghost nowhere to be seen.
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