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CHAPTER 2: A Peculiar Letter and Welcome Home
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"Come on. Hurry up and finish your plate." Tarok scolded at Mavis while she was stuffing her face with the last boiled egg.
"Fiwish." She said taking big bites of her breakfast and gulping down the food. Her eyes watered as the food was stuck in her throat. Tarok handed her a canister of water and she immediately drank the whole bottle. "Thanks." Mavis said. From behind, the twins laughed at the comedic scene. "What are you two laughing at?" Mavis questioned them.
"Nothing~" Ysabelle and Oren replied in simultaneously.
"Alright. Let's get going." Tarok said and the two children hopped in the front while Mavis sat in the back, even though there was still room where Tarok and the kids sat. In her head, Mavis was happy that the orphaned twins can live and prosper.
"Identification please." A hefty voice said covered in metal armor and the color blue.
"It's me Tarok Gearrunner. I want to adopt these two and the one in the back is sick in the brain. I thought she should see a Priest or something cause it's only getting worse." Tarok exaggerated too much and Mavis was a little annoyed.
"Always helping the needy Gearrunner. Come on in." Mavis now knew that Tarok did possess a soft spot. The guards let in the party and Mavis finally set foot in the Alliance's most precious city. The group arrived inside the home and the children explored the huge place.
"How much did it cost?" Mavis asked Tarok while he carried some boxes inside.
"Nothing. I won a gamble." Mavis' mouth widened in surprise, wondering how did the bet went. "After years of travelling I think I should settle already. Too much stress." He placed the box inside. "Help me out." And Mavis did in delight. By the time the clock striked noon, the pair finish fixing the house/ store. From the outside it looked like a regular shop but inside was a three bedroom home with a rustic kitchen and basement.
Tarok was making lunch while Oren and Ysabelle pleaded at Mavis to let them see the sword again.
"Please. You look so cool." Oren said. "Just one more time." Ysabelle continued. Mavis couldn't take in anymore cuteness and so she did. "Okay." She held out her left hand and the kids waited in amusement. Unfortunately, nothing happened. "Um...Maybe my body is too tired?" Her statement turned into question but they believed her. Then the bell rung. "I got it." Oren yelled and the two girls followed him to the front the door.
"Mail for Tarok Gearrunner." A man in blue and gold uniform handed Mavis thick parchment envelopes and he walked away.
"It must be the adoption papers! Lunch's ready!" Tarok shouted and Mavis closed the door and placed the papers on the table. While the trio was eating away, Tarok was filling up the paper as fast as he can. "We'll be right back. Mavis protect the hold." Tarok, Oren, and Ysabelle dressed elegantly and rode away. Mavis was left alone with Clay and nothing to do.
Looking out of a window, she gazed upon the cobble streets with old women exchanging words with the soldiers and children running around. Suddenly, a black bird perched in front of her with a letter in his mouth. Mavis picked up the letter and opened it.
It read:
To Whom Is Reading This,
Return the book that you have stolen. I know where you are and without hesitation I'll come for it. To the little whelp, you are clever but I can outsmart. In conclusion, return the book to the Mage Quarters. I'll meet you there.
-Archmage Khadgar
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