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Riko received an invitation from the Moscow Mage Guild the morning of her 14th birthday.

It was July 5th, 7496. The spring of Lotterdall had once again filled the land with green. Beautiful green leaves grew on the trees. When the sun shone down, the ground was covered with mottled shadows.

A small white bird condensed from magic landed on the desk by the window