The Mage's Daughter
“A sweet, soothing peace surrounded the pair. Morgan followed them, wanting that peace to envelope her as well.Soon they came to the edge of a clearing. There was a well there, a well like one might have found in a farm, though this was larger and there was a roughhewn cap sitting atop it. A man stood next to it, dressed all in black. Morgan knew him: Gair of Ceangail. He had come to uncap the well before him, a well of evil that he had boasted he could control.Morgan looked around her. She saw lads of various sizes spread out in the glade, all of them older than the girl. She watched the mother, Sarait, leave the girl in the shadows of the trees and walk out to talk to the man.Morgan knew Sarait wouldn’t be able to stop Gair from doing what he intended to do. Only she could, because she knew already what would happen. Without hesitation, she walked out into the clearing and caught Sarait by the sleeve. Sarait turned to look at her.Morgan blinked in surprise. She felt as though she was... looking into a polished mirror.She would have stopped to consider that, but Gair had already begun to weave his spell of opening.MoreLess
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