Chapter 3
A Tale of Blood and Battle
Brandyé woke the next morning to the sun coming gently through his window and the scent of breakfast from below. He heard his grandfather humming a tune, and knew where he was, and was relieved. What an odd thing to happen, he thought to himself. I wonder where that place is. He thought he might ask his grandfather, but hesitated—traveling to another place in the middle of the night, when you were meant to be sleeping? It sounded an awful lot like magic, and his grandfather had said he knew of no magic that did not bring harm.
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