Legend Of The Young Warlock

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Under a large Boabab tree.

"Quite a hide."

Amani scoffed, standing at the foot of a large Boabab tree whose height was close to a mirage, let alone its unprecedented breadth. You could say that it'd been fed with magic, if there's anything as such.

There was an opening in the root of the tree from where she was standing. She edged towards it and climbed down the wooden stairs made under the root, climbing down into the underground hide.

As soon as she stepped down the last stair, she looked up ahead of it. The room was lit up with torches in every corners. And to the north of where she was standing was a super tall man, seating on a bed, with his back to her.

She edged towards the fellow who was been chanted upon by a poet who sang his very own praise; the God-king, Xerxes.

"Quite a hide you found yourself."

Amani teased. Xerxes suddenly held up one of his hands and the poet stopped odeing. He twirled his fing