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Others call me blessed, but I know I'm cursed. The day I got my powers was the day I realised all magic comes with a cost. Nature loves its balance. I never asked for this, but this is the burden I now have to carry. I was use to the solitude of travelling alone, just my animal companion by my side for these past few years. But then I met them; this ragtag group of individuals in need of a Druid to complete a job. And they came with Boro. An egotistical, over dramatic Elven bard that taught me I might actually have something worth living for. That is if we survive this next job. *** ONC24 entry Prompt 48: 'The curse of magic is that for every reward, there is a great loss. For every spell that goes right, there is something else- in the real, natural world- that goes terribly wrong. Nature loves its balance.' ***
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