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Her eyesight had been worsening for over a decade now, and it was a long time since she'd seen this man, but once she finally placed him, she slammed the door in his face. What else could she be expected to do, after all? "Hey!" he called through the door, and at once it flew open, presumably with the use of magic. Cinnamon pointed behind him sternly, indicating he should leave. He sighed. "I'll hold off on spells. Here, let me establish a telepathic connection, so we can communicate." He snapped his fingers, and at once there was a spark in Cinnamon's mind. There now, she heard. Better? She was startled, but replied cautiously, You'll hold off on spells, all right--for good. I don't care what you're here for. You've given me enough grief. Just leave me in peace. But you don't understand, he argued. I'm here to undo what I did to you all those years ago. There's nothing to "undo"! she snapped. I've been Cinnamon longer than I was Fred. This hut has been my home for sixty years. I've lived a good, long life, and everything that Fred had has long since slipped away. You will not take another life away from me. I am not your plaything. Oh, come off it, he scoffed. What is your life, any of your lives, in comparison to the horrors wrought by the dragon? The dragon you cursed me to protect? That's the one! A lot changes in six decades. You have no idea, do you? How much it's destroyed? How powerful it's become? Its servants are legion. Its agents are everywhere. It's a wonder you haven't been found yet. At least, I hope you haven't... What are you getting at? You were the hero prophesied to defeat the dragon. I was sure you were. And even if I was wrong... all the other heroes have been massacred. The world is changed. You're the only hope that's left, all because you were hidden away in this little hut for all this time. Knighthood is sixty years behind me, thanks to you, she spat. You allied yourself with the dragon, you put me in this body, you made this mess--you clean it up. He huffed aloud in frustration. You have changed, haven't you, you miserable old hag? Here I am, saying you're the only one who can save the world, and you turn your nose up at me. At last, Cinnamon hesitated. How do I know you're telling the truth? You know... because I haven't cast a spell to make you believe me. She was stunned. She thought, for a very long time. At last, she decided...
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