The old wizard took his rightful place on stage. A position not unfamiliar. But today was to be different. Today was to be magical.
A child born. An heir to the Royal Family. The future of the kingdom secured.
He looked out at the crowd, both colorful and diverse. Representatives from every clan had traveled great distances to pack the Queen’s Courtyard and bear witness to this historical announcement.
The wizard unfurled the scroll. He expected something regal, something befitting of a future king.
He didn’t get it.
“Kyle?” the ancient man muttered.
“The hell kind of name is that?”
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