The Wendigo Prince

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“I’ve never heard of black and white witches,” Dielh muttered.

He was busy preparing supplies for their trip. Once Greraver said they would head to the valley of the white magicians, Dielh immediately agreed. He had already promised to accompany Greraver wherever the Prince went.

Since they left the palace, Dielh felt more and more excited. New experiences and adventures were always a challenge for him.

“You never heard of it? So, in life, what do you hear?” said Graver cynically.

“Hey! I was raised by a War General. My father trained me to take his place. He trained me how to fight, take up arms and win fights. I haven’t had a chance to learn anything about power and magic and I’m stranded here with a prince.”

“Such power is important for us to have. Teraus’ explanation, Darius and my mother, has made me realize that our enemy is not just another kingdom. Every kingdom and people who have ambition they will have supporters behind it. A power that only fighting and weapons will not wi