So it was the dawn of another peaceful day, when the old mage finally reached the castle’s gate. Entering the throne room, he shivered, filled with guilt. He bowed
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the harmless lamb awaiting to please the wolf’s appetite. As his heart beat wildly, a sinister symphony orchestrated in his storming mind, contrasting with the calm of the cavern.
original dimension. Noticing the bed close by, he couldn’t help questioning the spellcaster’s precision and he articulated some hardly elegant words. As he got back to his feet, his
the gods stood pondering, overwhelmed by the mess caused by the mad god. “In this world, is there any soul that can extirpate all this evil?” they wondered. “May
seeking rare plants that could not be found in the woods of the kingdom. The old mage, unwary and reckless, went a little bit too far. Luck was not
disrupted a too brief sleep, wrestling his still weak eyes. The old man stood on the hill, fixing a distant point, beckoning the yawning prince to get up and