The Raven

"Fred?" you ask.

"Luke!" the wolf corrects.

"Sorry. I don't know why I called you Fred. Anyway, if a Taxi won't take you, do you suppose an Airplane won't either?"

"I hope not. We're not likely to find a mage to turn me back round here, are we?"

"Did you say you wanted to find a mage?" comes a voice from above. Looking up, you see a raven in the branches of a tree. "I know the most powerful mage in the world.!"

Written by A R Jackson

The Prophet

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