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Another very Olson smile spread across the young abandoned’s features. ”You don’t mind?” The youngling asked, but didn’t wait too long for a reply. His bright eyes shifted from the warden to the journal and he started off quickly. Cheating, really, because he knew a lot of the story from his mother’s reading and telling of it. He stumbled over a few long words, descriptions of how Deimos’ magic worked and his father’s newly given demigod abilities.
He hard an especially hard time with the word “hellhound”. Though he knew what the creature was, per his mother’s teaching of Deimos’ shift, reading it on paper was a totally different task for him.
He hard an especially hard time with the word “hellhound”. Though he knew what the creature was, per his mother’s teaching of Deimos’ shift, reading it on paper was a totally different task for him.
