“Magic? Why ask when you should already know? The fools who call themselves mages in this world talk of magic as if it is something had by few. But you have tasted of it; how else would the bag of bones move except not for you?” Erin’s heart began to beat faster. She tried to quell the excitement in her chest. “But that’s not magic, is it? That’s just a bit in me; not enough to do any spells.” “Spells? Pah. Are ye an old man walking back through time, to be concerned with such things? Who needs spells? Is magic so petty to be all sparkles and muttered words?” The faerie laughed, and the
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