Lakin could not believe his fortune. The power he could sense in Brin frightened and aroused him. “Do not fear me,” he said, in his most soothing voice. “And do not be ashamed.”

  Brin smiled weakly. “I know possessing magic means death, but I had to turn myself in.”

  Lakin smiled. “Not necessarily,” he said. “Please, follow me so I may explain everything better.”

  Brin nodded and followed Lakin through the same course the general had gone on a few days earlier. Her reaction to all of the creatures and people whom possessed magic was one of awe and confusion. She was not angry with Lakin, as Olrond had been, only curious. To Lakin, this was a very good sign.

  “But what does this all mean?” she asked once they had returned to his office.

  “It means the Order needs you, Brin. Yes, the Order consists of some who possess magic, but is a necessity. Those who possess magic can use it to lead them to others. We have all taken a vow never to use it for any other reason than to protect the Central Lands.” He paused for a moment, hoping the break would make Brin feel he was torn inside as to whether he should reveal these secrets. Once her face showed some signs of understanding, he continued. “We need someone with your power to help us. There is much evil in our world. Some people possess abilities so powerful they can even threaten your father’s rule. It’s up to the Order to stop these people at all costs.”

  Brin stared at Lakin, but it was not with malicious eyes. She was honestly intrigued with what he was saying. “I will help in any way I can, but I am not sure how I can be of any assistance.”

  “You will need to be trained to control your powers. With you by my side, we will be able to thwart all that is evil in this world and save the Central Lands from a new tyrannical ruler. Will you do this? Will you join the Order of the Maget?”

  “Yes,” Brin shouted, but she did not know why. She was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. “I will learn your ways, I will help you find and destroy those who would threaten my father. Please, Lakin, teach me.”

  Lakin smiled and reached out for her hand. “Then follow me.”

 
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