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I rankle at this, but I don't think there's any other alternative. I don't
relish the fact that I might have to be trapped in Anorkin's house for so
long, but if word gets out someone might want to see me do magic. I still
can't.
Anorkin throws his hands in the air, groaning and sweating slightly, while
flourescent lights flash about the sky. Max makes himself scarce, and
eventually the only sign there had been a spell at all was a slight blue
tinge in the surrounding environment.
I spend the rest of the time before dinner looking through the tomes in
Anorkin's library, trying to learn some spells. I suppose I should try them
tomorrow. After dinner I go to sleep... and have another of my prophetic
dreams.
In the dream, I am standing in Anorkin's library, while he is wearing a
hooded black robes and lurking in the shadows like a ghost. There's someone
else-a woman with silver hair, about seventeen, with steel-blue claws drawn
on her fingers and thick black armor around her arms, groin and burning
orange eyes. She's probably some kind of demon, but whatever she us she
looks terrifying. She tackles me to the ground and brushes my cheek with
her claws, causing pain, and snarls, "This is what you made me to do...
MOTHER."
I wake in a cold sweat, and realize that it is now about six-thirty in the
morning. I pick up a tome and begin to read, when Anorkin comes in the room
and says...
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