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from the Wielder’s library. Unlike the books that Septimus had, these books told little of things outside of Canai. The Wielder’s long history had never taken them far from Alamor and many of the populace of Canai didn’t know that the Valorian Isles existed. It was believed that the oceans stretched on infinitely. Septimus and his Warlocks were among the few that had visited the outlying islands, but none had ventured beyond the Valorian Isles in the east, the Gloomvale Isles and the Isle of Magic in the south, the Isles of the Dead in the west, or the treacherous icy waters of the north. There were rumors of islands in some directions, but none of the three could confirm nor deny their validity.
    Talia looked down at the corpse that Thanos had taken hold of. Unlike the other or cs, this one had already decayed. His entire attack had been some sort of decaying magic that sapped the life out of it. She shivered as she thought about the howl that it had let out when the Archwizard grabbed hold of it. What sort of allies have you partnered us with? she thought as she looked over at Septimus. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to her that a Warlock would side with whoever was necessary, but it still sent a chill down her spine. She had taken a gamble that Septimus would choose the side of good in the end, now she was beginning to wonder if it was a smart move. Her father had taught her not to gamble unless the results were able to be manipulated, but what strings would she have to pull to bring the Warlock onto the right path?
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    Paul pulled back on the dragon’s reins, ordering the majestic blue creature to slow down. He had been sent to scout out the town of Alamor. The Dragonwizard Council had received reports that the town was considering joining the Holy Order. Paul was the natural choice for such a mission. As the newest member of the Wizards, he was not seen as trustworthy as the others. This better earn their trust , he thought as he patted his dragon on the head. It gave a small roar and dove down closer to the city. Both the dragon and the Wizard scanned the city and its surroundings. The rider could feel the dragon’s thought creeping into his head, but he pushed them away. Unlike the others, Paul felt it best that each member of the mindmeld keep complete control. He continued to instruct his resistant dragon that speech was for normal circumstances and thought communication was best reserved for emergencies. The two had argued about it since their meld, but Paul was the more stubborn of the two.
    “Never has a human resisted the will of a dragon so,” Argos said in his slow rumbling voice.
    “I am not a mere human like the others,” Paul replied before looking back toward the town.
    It was strangely peaceful in Alamor. Unlike the Holy Order forces, the soldiers of Alamor paid little head when the dragons circled above. We should teach them to fear us , Argos’ thoughts poured into Paul’s mind. The Wizard grabbed hold of the dragon’s neck with both hands and sent an electric shot shooting through its body. Argos bellowed in pain. Paul’s hand slid back to the reins. He looked back down at the city one last time. His mind had been made up far before they had gotten this close. If the townsfolk hadn’t attacked them outright, then he would never figure out if they had sided with the Holy Order. His mission far from successful, an annoyed Paul commanded his dragon to return to the dragon tower. The name still annoyed Paul, even if the other Wizards didn’t seem to mind. He felt that it implied some sort of dominance over the Wizards. The Wizard looked up at the horizon as they flew south.
    “Will I ever see her again, Argos?” He asked with a sigh.
    “You humans are strange. If you wish to see her, what stops you?” The dragon asked.

Battles in the Dark
    Leoth stood outside the cave with a handful of his best warriors. His scouts had easily found the most likely spots for anyone to hide. The