#ofseveredwings

            However, there was something entirely supiscious about the girl, something he couldn't put his finger on. Perhaps the fact they were awfully close to territory that was known to be once inhabited by renegades had something to do with it.

   Still, the room for doubt didn't impeded the King from drawing his sword.

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[ When all of the druids were doing tedious activities, Peter practiced his magic. His orbs would flash with gold—the campfire erupting in flames. He claimed his magic was not very effective, but a druid boy (whom he found very irritating) complimented him saying he had more skill than most of his age. Little did the druids know—or anyone he had an acquaintance with—that he's older than he looks.

Peter then sensed a figure watching over him as he performed magic. He did try to ignore them, but after a while Peter became annoyed and looked over to the other. It was a young lady, with hair as white as snow. An aura of magic radiated from the being. ]

           "....Hello?"

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