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Carel:  Whirling around, he saw a lovely and unfamiliar woman standing there.
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Tinasha:  She met his eyes and bobbed her head to him. “I’m sorry. I was curious about what kind of story you were telling,” said the king’s witch as she grinned. “If that was over too fast, does that mean the real story is much longer?”
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Carel:  Carel was thrown into a fluster upon learning of her identity, but when Tinasha asked for details about the tale, he sat back down. The children had lost interest and gone off to draw pictures on the ground some distance away. “The story I told is actually a real thing that happened in our village two hundred years ago. The blue knight was apparently the son of the girl he saved.”
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Tinasha:  “Er… So you’re saying he came from the future?”
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Carel:  “That’s right. He was the son she had after she was kidnapped by the riders. It’s said he came to the past to change his mother’s ill fate. Changing the past in such a way meant he’d never be born, though. Even knowing that, he still saved her… And legend has it that this is the sword the blue knight left behind.” Carel held up the sword he’d set aside. The hilt was engraved with a horse motif. The blade appeared well used but carefully maintained. That it had been handed down for two centuries suggested there could be some magic housed within it.
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Tinasha:  The witch examined the weapon, then voiced an objection. “I see… I think this story is far from the kind meant for children.” As folktales go, it was well made, but it was public knowledge that there was no way to go back in time, even with magic. The part about the knight coming from the future wasn’t true, but it was still an intricately formed story. Tinasha looked back at the kids playing. “Do they come from the same village as you?”
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Carel:  “Yes… Actually, our home was attacked by a tribe of riders a year ago… We sent out troops to defend ourselves, but almost all the men were killed. Survivors were graciously allowed to stay here. Sometimes I curse myself for not having been there. I’m sure I could’ve done something…” Carel bit his lip.
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Tinasha:  Tinasha’s face darkened. “The village chief’s wife hasn’t smiled for a whole year because her husband died protecting her. They just crush people’s lives underfoot without a care… I can’t let them get away with what they do,”
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Carel:  Carel spat, his hands curling into fists.