Do Not Play With Magic

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In a forest, deer and wolves live with each other and other unknowing creatures. The forest is dark and eerie, but I like it here. My name is Einna, and I'm a the last witch in Middle Earth. I use magic with a arm-length stick given to me from an ent. I have seen many dangers in Middle Earth, and will continue to do so until I die. A wolf howls in the distance announcing a successful hunt. This forest is my humble abode, I fear no evil here. I'll tell you something fascinating, an adventure will take place which you could probably guess. It is very obvious isn't it? No? Ok well, there will be an event that will shake the nations of Middle Earth to its core. But, that is all I am telling you, for now. You may know of Gandalf,  we'll he's my uncle and we don't always see eye to eye.  I sense a dark magic in the far corners of Middle Earth,  I do not like it. 

"Pura Vida mi amigo. " I speak in Spanish,  as I call it. 

" I do not understand. " said a gruff voice,  I recognize as Gandalf's. " Your speaking in that strange language I do not speak."

I laugh knowing I have explained the words to him once before.

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