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"Now," He said as he paced lightly in front of the boys, "I must educate you in the ways of Kernar magic."
The boys glanced at each other, anxious to begin.
"As with all forms of magic, it requires physical energy in order to use. However, i have some cheats for us." From his pocket, he pulls out two chains nearly identical to his own, and two very small rubies dangled from the chains in their own gold cages. These were much smaller than the one which the boys' father possessed. "Rubies are a source of power for us, boys. Early in our existence, it was discovered that they enhance our magical abilities when worn with gold. The larger the st

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The week following the catch of the boar, Dreatox was awake late one night, gazing at the stars from the mouth of the cave, his tearless face (as Kernar cannot cry tears) was alight with the moon, and in his grey eyes it was reflected. Clouds moved at their slow pace, and the blue tint of the world that came at night flooded his heart and mind, clashing waters with his sorrow and his longing for love. Whether to receive it or give it, Dreatox was famished of it. Motherless and alone inside, he felt nothing for him. Feindar was the favorite. He would receive Father's amulet and be chosen as his successor. Then, Dreatox would die.
He lay down