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had spent twenty years in the army before retiring and buying my farm?"
Damion nodded. "I remember."
"What I didn't tell you was I spent ten of those years as a military advisor to King Atorius, the ruler of Jaghera."
Damion's jaw dropped open in surprise. "Don't you think that may have been some information that you should have shared before now?" He stared at Veren, who shifted in his seat guiltily.
"I didn't think it mattered! That life is far behind me now!"
"So can you get us in to see the king?"
Veren nodded unhappily. "It won't be a very pleasant visit though, I'm afraid. The royal couple wasn't happy about my decision to retire. They wanted me to remain in Livingston as Commander of their armies."
It was growing late , and the crowd in the common room had slowly dwindled until only Damion, Snowfeather, Veren, and the serving girl remained.
Damion had decided to order one last drink before heading off to bed, and watched as the dimpled y oung girl hurried forward with his fresh tankard. On an impulse, he gently took her hand as she placed the foaming ale the table in front of him. "What is your name?"
The girl blushed. "Seli."
He stood from his chair, then guided the girl into his seat and knelt until they were eye to eye. "Can you keep a secret?" He whispered even though it was only the four of them.
Veren sat forward, his face faintly alarmed. "Damion!"
Damion gestured for him to remain quiet, then looked back to the girl. "Can you keep a secret?" He repeated.
The cross eyed girl nodded apprehensively. "I can."
"Do you trust me?"
Seli stared at him for a long moment, then nodded again. "I do."
Damion smiled. "Close your eyes." She closed her eyes, then he lightly placed one hand over her eyes. She was trembling slightly under his hand as he drew in his magic, and focused it carefully. His hand suddenly glowed brightly for a instant, then returned to normal.
The girl gasped suddenly and jumped up from her seat with wide eyes. "What did you just do?"
Damion smiled, noticing with satisfaction that her eyes were no longer crossed. "I just gave you a little gift."
Seli's hand felt at her face in confusion, then she leapt from her seat and scurried over to stare at her reflection in the glass window. She gave a low cry as she slowly touched her hand to her face in wonder. She turned to stare at Damion, tears of joy flowing from her perfectly straight eyes. "Who are you?"
Veren groaned, then drained his tankard of ale with a single swallow.
Damion smiled. "You can call me Damion."
"How did you do this?" She returned to staring at her reflection in the glass.
Damion shrugged. "Do what?"
Seli turned and rushed over to grab him in a fierce embrace. "Thank you! I will never forget what you have done for me!"
"You really shouldn't have done that !" Veren whispered to Damion as he returned to his seat and took long drink. "Magic is strictly forbidden in our kingdom! Only Wolff, the royal sorcerer and King Atorius's advisor on everything mystical, is allowed to use magic in Jaghera. If anyone finds out you are a magic user, we'll have soldiers on our heels all the way to Livingston!"
"I thought you said you were a military advisor to the king?" Damion asked. "Wouldn't you be able to convince them to leave us alone?"
Veren shook his head. "Only in the capitol would my name carry any weight. Out here we're on our own."
"Please don't worry about me." The girl assured them, rushing over to stare at her reflection again. She was really quite pretty now that her eyes had been repaired."I'll never tell anyone what you have done for me, Damion! I'll take it to my grave with me!" She suddenly laughed. "If anyone asks me I'll tell them that I slipped and hit my head and knocked my eyes straight!"
They all burst out laughing, then Damion and Veren adjourned to their tiny rooms to try and get some rest.
Damion paused on the way to his room to grab a plain wooden chair from the hallway and carried it into his room,
Damion nodded. "I remember."
"What I didn't tell you was I spent ten of those years as a military advisor to King Atorius, the ruler of Jaghera."
Damion's jaw dropped open in surprise. "Don't you think that may have been some information that you should have shared before now?" He stared at Veren, who shifted in his seat guiltily.
"I didn't think it mattered! That life is far behind me now!"
"So can you get us in to see the king?"
Veren nodded unhappily. "It won't be a very pleasant visit though, I'm afraid. The royal couple wasn't happy about my decision to retire. They wanted me to remain in Livingston as Commander of their armies."
It was growing late , and the crowd in the common room had slowly dwindled until only Damion, Snowfeather, Veren, and the serving girl remained.
Damion had decided to order one last drink before heading off to bed, and watched as the dimpled y oung girl hurried forward with his fresh tankard. On an impulse, he gently took her hand as she placed the foaming ale the table in front of him. "What is your name?"
The girl blushed. "Seli."
He stood from his chair, then guided the girl into his seat and knelt until they were eye to eye. "Can you keep a secret?" He whispered even though it was only the four of them.
Veren sat forward, his face faintly alarmed. "Damion!"
Damion gestured for him to remain quiet, then looked back to the girl. "Can you keep a secret?" He repeated.
The cross eyed girl nodded apprehensively. "I can."
"Do you trust me?"
Seli stared at him for a long moment, then nodded again. "I do."
Damion smiled. "Close your eyes." She closed her eyes, then he lightly placed one hand over her eyes. She was trembling slightly under his hand as he drew in his magic, and focused it carefully. His hand suddenly glowed brightly for a instant, then returned to normal.
The girl gasped suddenly and jumped up from her seat with wide eyes. "What did you just do?"
Damion smiled, noticing with satisfaction that her eyes were no longer crossed. "I just gave you a little gift."
Seli's hand felt at her face in confusion, then she leapt from her seat and scurried over to stare at her reflection in the glass window. She gave a low cry as she slowly touched her hand to her face in wonder. She turned to stare at Damion, tears of joy flowing from her perfectly straight eyes. "Who are you?"
Veren groaned, then drained his tankard of ale with a single swallow.
Damion smiled. "You can call me Damion."
"How did you do this?" She returned to staring at her reflection in the glass.
Damion shrugged. "Do what?"
Seli turned and rushed over to grab him in a fierce embrace. "Thank you! I will never forget what you have done for me!"
"You really shouldn't have done that !" Veren whispered to Damion as he returned to his seat and took long drink. "Magic is strictly forbidden in our kingdom! Only Wolff, the royal sorcerer and King Atorius's advisor on everything mystical, is allowed to use magic in Jaghera. If anyone finds out you are a magic user, we'll have soldiers on our heels all the way to Livingston!"
"I thought you said you were a military advisor to the king?" Damion asked. "Wouldn't you be able to convince them to leave us alone?"
Veren shook his head. "Only in the capitol would my name carry any weight. Out here we're on our own."
"Please don't worry about me." The girl assured them, rushing over to stare at her reflection again. She was really quite pretty now that her eyes had been repaired."I'll never tell anyone what you have done for me, Damion! I'll take it to my grave with me!" She suddenly laughed. "If anyone asks me I'll tell them that I slipped and hit my head and knocked my eyes straight!"
They all burst out laughing, then Damion and Veren adjourned to their tiny rooms to try and get some rest.
Damion paused on the way to his room to grab a plain wooden chair from the hallway and carried it into his room,
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