Suddenly, his desk chair was a wooden cart. His bedroom lamp was a clay oil lamp flickering in a dry wind. He was standing on a dusty track outside the walls of Chang’an (modern-day Xi’an), and a man with a weathered face and a camel was staring at him.
Elias, clutching his workbook like a shield, stammered, “I… I just need the answer for question 14.” journey through history 2a workbook answer
The man laughed. “There is no shortcut to history, boy. Come.” Suddenly, his desk chair was a wooden cart
Elias understood. He didn’t need to copy an answer. He needed to live it. clutching his workbook like a shield
Elias blinked. The words were gone. But the air in his room had changed. It smelled of sand and horses.