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The scale was small. Not by any one else's standards, mind you. But small. The boy could barely stand on it as his father stood next to him. The boy looked sad, for he feared that he wouldn't learn to ask the tall man how to do things the right way.
The binding was tight, difficult to remove. Not tight in the sense of pain, or physical restriction, but a mental binding placed on her mind as a child. She was to become the leader of the sorcerer's order, before they robbed her. She was to become their greatest fear.