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Ple-sen woke up in the city library early in the morning, still clutching copies of ancient scrolls. This time, they told the story of Imaris, the Moon Wolf.
“According to legend, long ago, there lived a young man in these lands who had great difficulty getting along with others, constantly wavered between goals, didn't know his place in life, and had a weak will. One day, he met a guy who, as it seemed to him, started stalking him. Imaris, running out of the yard, cautiously looked around, and there he was, doing push-ups and watching him. 'He's finally waiting for me!' Imaris thought. The guy wiped his hands with a towel and slowly moved towards Imaris. He got scared and ran back home, and the guy started doing push-ups. Unexpectedly, Imaris realized that he had the whole day ahead of him, and he knew that his refrigerator was empty and he had nothing to eat! 'He'll be waiting...' – these thoughts wouldn't leave him.
Imaris curled up and began to think, 'Think, Imaris, think!' He tried to remember what he knew about this maniac. From overheard conversations, he remembered that his name was 'Morning.' 'What could that mean? What a strange name? Could it be...' Imaris tensed up as much as he could. 'Yes, that's it! If his name is 'Morning,' then I can safely leave the house at night!' In the evening, Imaris gathered all his belongings, the remnants of spice, and ran away from home. His plan worked! The guy wasn't there at night! He wasn't doing pull-ups or push-ups as usual, which meant that everything was as he thought – this guy sleeps at night!
He wandered for a long time through the dark forest until he got completely lost. Later, he would befriend the local wolves, defend his territory with them, court the female wolves, attend cooperative howling-at-the-moon sessions, and in a couple of years, he would turn into a werewolf every full moon.”
“What nonsense!” – Ple-sen sighed desperately – “The teachers at the academy are probably just messing around.”
He put the scrolls back in their place and went for a walk. The library was located outside the city, in a designated area where there was silence, helping to concentrate on studying books and scrolls. As he walked towards the city, he met his red-haired acquaintance, Ling. The mage, for some unknown purpose, was creating a ball of fire in his hands and then throwing it at a stone structure.
“What are you doing?” – Ple-sen asked in surprise – “And so early in the morning?”
“I'm perfecting my mastery of elemental magic, in this case, fire!” – Ling created another ball of magical energy and threw it again – “Yesterday, I visited the library and found an interesting training method in the ancient scrolls! It says that the more a mage casts the same spells of a certain school, the better the effect!” – Ple-sen put his hand to his face. – “And where are you going?”
“I need to write an article about Imaris, the Moon Wolf, for the academy, so I'm going to visit the part of the forest where he supposedly lived. But the way, in any case, lies through the city.
“According to legend, long ago, there lived a young man in these lands who had great difficulty getting along with others, constantly wavered between goals, didn't know his place in life, and had a weak will. One day, he met a guy who, as it seemed to him, started stalking him. Imaris, running out of the yard, cautiously looked around, and there he was, doing push-ups and watching him. 'He's finally waiting for me!' Imaris thought. The guy wiped his hands with a towel and slowly moved towards Imaris. He got scared and ran back home, and the guy started doing push-ups. Unexpectedly, Imaris realized that he had the whole day ahead of him, and he knew that his refrigerator was empty and he had nothing to eat! 'He'll be waiting...' – these thoughts wouldn't leave him.
Imaris curled up and began to think, 'Think, Imaris, think!' He tried to remember what he knew about this maniac. From overheard conversations, he remembered that his name was 'Morning.' 'What could that mean? What a strange name? Could it be...' Imaris tensed up as much as he could. 'Yes, that's it! If his name is 'Morning,' then I can safely leave the house at night!' In the evening, Imaris gathered all his belongings, the remnants of spice, and ran away from home. His plan worked! The guy wasn't there at night! He wasn't doing pull-ups or push-ups as usual, which meant that everything was as he thought – this guy sleeps at night!
He wandered for a long time through the dark forest until he got completely lost. Later, he would befriend the local wolves, defend his territory with them, court the female wolves, attend cooperative howling-at-the-moon sessions, and in a couple of years, he would turn into a werewolf every full moon.”
“What nonsense!” – Ple-sen sighed desperately – “The teachers at the academy are probably just messing around.”
He put the scrolls back in their place and went for a walk. The library was located outside the city, in a designated area where there was silence, helping to concentrate on studying books and scrolls. As he walked towards the city, he met his red-haired acquaintance, Ling. The mage, for some unknown purpose, was creating a ball of fire in his hands and then throwing it at a stone structure.
“What are you doing?” – Ple-sen asked in surprise – “And so early in the morning?”
“I'm perfecting my mastery of elemental magic, in this case, fire!” – Ling created another ball of magical energy and threw it again – “Yesterday, I visited the library and found an interesting training method in the ancient scrolls! It says that the more a mage casts the same spells of a certain school, the better the effect!” – Ple-sen put his hand to his face. – “And where are you going?”
“I need to write an article about Imaris, the Moon Wolf, for the academy, so I'm going to visit the part of the forest where he supposedly lived. But the way, in any case, lies through the city.