Love Is Like A Never Ending Melody

I wandered through the forest, hopelessly lost. I was one of those people who got lost easily. She was the only woman I would ever love, and she was taken away from me. I vowed to myself, “I must find her!” Off I went, not looking back, shutting the door on my past. What a mistake. I’m Christopher, and I hate my name. I’m the apprentice of the great sorcerer Goldwyn. He is very short-tempered. If I’m even slightly late for work, he’ll pick up his broom, and strike me across the bottom with it. And he throws his potions across the room as well. Many a time I’ve been turned into a frog. But I’ve had enough. I quit, and ran away, so he couldn’t come after me.