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Two separate halves.

Rastok

Nayla

Hand in hand, Xerian and I made our way back to Zen's home. He and Venah also walked together, they couldn't stop chatting and giggling. On our way back, we noticed a lot of people gathered around a man on an elevated platform. He was boxes beside him on his elevated platform. He was yelling and gesturing with his hands to the people.

“What's going on there?” I asked no one in particular.

"That's Egorh,” Zen replied. “He's a magician.”

"Really?” I screeched as I turned to him. He gave me a small nod.

"Can we go see him?” I gently tugged on Xerian's arm.

"I've never seen a magician perform." I added when he looked at me.

"You haven't ever?”

He asked in a high tone to show he was surprised. I slowly shook my head. My father believed every magician was evil and never let them into the kingdom. Other kingdoms used magicians to help them protect their walls, but my father believed in the strength of his army. Maybe if he had allowed
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