Laying Claim

A cool summer’s breeze carries with it something quite unexpected, a voice which calls me by a name I have not heard in centuries. As I turn, I am hit by a wave of pure magic that blows me off my feet and sends me hurling backward. Normally, I am immune to the effects of magic but my assailant somehow knows my birth name.

I lay on the ground powerless as a figure steps from the shadows. My sister, thought to be long dead, has come to take the throne.

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