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I was woken by the sound of the beating of wings.
Coeda was by the window: a beautiful girl with brown skin and almond shaped eyes. She had short-cropped hair with a white cone of wax on top and her white linen dress fitted perfectly to her shape. Coloured jewels at her throat shone in the sunlight and she stood as still as a statue.
I sat up in bed hugging my legs with my arms.
She did not speak much of her former masters, she had lived for over four thousand years and her memories were sacred to her. Nobody really thought about daimons and how they lived, they were just servants to us magicians and that was all.
I had three options. Firstly I could runaway on my own with Coeda’s help, secondly I could agree to go with Abednago the alchemist and lastly, the option I dreaded, I could just get married and live unhappily ever after.
Well, here was the thing. If I runaway alone
“If humans were meant to fly you would have been born with wings.” She snorted.
She hugged me. “Of course, I will.” She whispered into my ears.
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