| "That
taught me. Not everyone can take help, you see. You need grace. Accepting
help is a grace. So I had to learn how to use my magic in a way that
no one knew, in a way that didn't confuse them or put them under obligation.
Dangerous thing, magic. Gave me many a sleepless night, I can tell
you. And then I began to get lonely. Surely, I thought, there must
be others like me in this world? I can't be the only one who's blessed
with this power. What's so special about me? You should have seen
the stupid things I did with it - picked piles of sweets off apple
trees then couldn't eat them. And when I tried to give them away they
accused me of stealing. Yes! Sounds easy, magic, but it isn't, believe
me. Lonely. So I began to look.
Now, how does one magic person look for another person of magic?"
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