Chapter Sixteen

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Artemis's POV

    "Now go on, Markl," Howl soothes the younger wizard with the cocky grin I am used to. "Artemis and I need to talk." Markl raises his eyebrow and turns around, walking away, awkwardly. I can't  help but giggle as the boy dashes up the stairs, back to his room.

    "So, are you going to finish explaining to me-" I start.

    "Nevermind!" Markl shouts, running down the stairs and to the front door. "I am going for a walk!"

     "Will you finish telling me now?" I plead with Howl with my eyes.

    "Yes," I recieve a smile from Howl, and his peircing blue eyes squint slightly in concentration while he remembers where in the tale he was. "After Solomon swore her allegiance to the throne, the king made her put a youth spell on him. It has long since started to wear off. While she took on other young, talented potential students, your mother was busying herself with hiding form the watchful eye of the king. While Solomon turned her students into  weapons, your mother birthed a young child in a barn in one of the nations our own was warring with."

    "Me? But-"

    "No, not you." I have a sibling somewhere out there? "The child is rumored to have been still born. But the famer's wife, who stayed with your mother in that barn says differently. Well, said, anyways."

     "What do you mean?"

    "She showed up dead after she confessed to the king that the child had lived. It is said that she lied to the king after he killed her husband, in a torture attempt. They couldn't kll all the youth in the nation, obviously, but there are no records of a child older than you belonging to your mother."

    I could have a brother or sister, out in the world somewhere. Maybe they are as lonely as I have been. A lost, misguided, confused, hurt-

     "A few years later, Solomon Had her own army of wizards and young sorceresses. Most of these maical people were only children. Aged from seven to fourteen. Most of them died, and she sent all, as she heard an old friend of hers had another child."

    "Was it me this time?"

     "Yes. I am going to go take a bath. Calcifer, run my hot water!"

      "Wait! Howl!" I shout behind him, yanking on the sleeves of his puffy white shirt. "What about the rest of the story?"

    "I will tell you another time." With that, the wizard bound off to take a bath, of all things.

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