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Meeting his brother and sister for the very first time– he’d heard so much about them. His brother a bit older, and sister a tad younger. His sister, so young already skilled in magic. His brother? A wild child with a love of fighting. Well. Though Magni did love magic, he had no affinity for it by any means. And while Magni was told he was the strongest being in the realms– he had not yet a love of the fight. How was he to fit in with them? Would they accept him?

The small boy wandered into the Palace halls, his small hand clinging to his father’s as he watched the two children bound down the hall towards him. For a moment he nearly hid his face in his Papa’s tunic before he remembered to keep a brave face.  

"Rudi, wait for me!" Magni cried, taking up his wooden sword and scrambling out of the kitchens after her. In this escape, he managed to knock over an entire basket of peaches and plums, all tumbling over onto his head. The small boy tripped, and just before he fell, he was caught by the back of his tunic by one of the cooks.

Hertha. A tall, plump woman approaching old age. Magni had deemed her the most terrifying of the cooks. In truth, she was not horrible. Though did not appreciate little mice such as Magni running into the kitchen and gobbling up whatever he could get his hands on. 

"I surrender!" Magni piped. "Please don't eat me, I'm young yet! Not nearly 'nough meat on my bones!" 

Hertha paused, pressing her lips into a thin line to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter. "I don't want to see you little bilgesnipes in here again. Or I'll make you into pie, understand?" she said, squinting and setting her jaw.

Magni gulped, trying to wiggle from her grip.

"THRUD!"