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My magic swelled to almost unbearable levels.

I could take the magic from everyone in the room.

Everyone but one.

The one who was without magic.

What was this abomination?

The calificars threw themselves at me, but my magic swelled.

Hope.

My sister.

The only other who understood.

Our fingers touched.

For a moment, the world stood still.

“Stop the abominations!” a calificar knight-captain screamed.

But it was already too late.

Our magic had found each other.

And the closer I drew to Hope, the stronger it became.

Not even a dozen calificars could stand before us now.

Hope smiled when she saw me.

My sister.

She extended a hand to me.

And I reached for her.

I paused.

There were two groups in my foyer.

One fighting the other.

There were calificars on both sides.

I didn’t understand, but I saw Hope. Felt her magic.

And smiled.

We would die fighting.

I sealed my poisoned wine in a flask.

There was enough for two.

And went in search of Hope.