Catiously, Alfred reaches toward me. Lucas glares at him. I make a face at him. He stops glaring. Alfred swallows, and picks me up. He seems to be about seven years old. I hug his neck, trying to reach around it with my tiny arms.
Alfred uses magic, I can feel it on my skin. It swims through me, and I sense it going back out. Alfred makes a sound as he discovers how much magic I have. I 'thbbblt' him, my finger on my mouth. I don't know how much I have, but I don't want him to tell anyone. I don't know how I know what the spell did either, but I'll take any assistance or abilities that I can get.
He nods, and gives me a slightly warm bottle. He seems a little scared of me, but he obeys nontheless. He makes me want to tease him. But... I'm tired...
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How To Become A King
FantasyA child, only fourteen, dies. Reborn into another world as the prince of a monarchy, what will he do with the absolute power he was reborn with? Lose it, obviously.
