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Snow Wish
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“Alright, fine. Jeez, enough with the creepy implications.”
I put my hand on the battered table, and as soon as my skin makes contact with the fabric, a shiny light starts illuminating around my fingers. It feels warm, like a bonfire.
So, am I going to be a wizard?
“Aaaah, the future is complicated, boy. It’s a web of possibilities and chances, paths that cross over a mosaic of stars. But yes, if you survive, you will become a wizard. And a powerful one too. But the happiness won’t last long. The world is about to change, and death looms upon every creature living on it, even the most insignificant ones. You will play a part in that change. You might save thousands... or doom them.”
“This old hag can’t do much else, but I might grant you a gift that might be helpful for you in your quest. Help you... and hurt you, and your very soul. Do you still want it?”
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