Taryn
"Bring Werod back to life?" asked Taryn surprised. "Werod is just a legend. A story to scare children."
"Behind every story there is a kernel of truth, Your Majesty. For example, children are told the stories of great warriors with extraordinary magical powers and we ourselves are led to think of magic as a frivolity, as a story created just to entertain us when we were children, but the other day you saw what happened. You saw what you did."
Taryn remembered the incident a few days earlier. That strange force that even now she felt circulating in her body and was doing everything to keep her at bay. It threatened to take over, to escape from her like an indomitable tiger trying to escape from the cage in which she had been locked for years.
"It was just an illusion, a coincidence. I slammed into the table and the jug broke," she said, shaking her head.
"You slammed so hard that you made the jug explode
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