Michael Moore
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The sun beat down on the courtyard as Cedric engaged in his daily training routine, his body moving with practiced ease and grace. The guards, stationed on the sidelines, exchanged impressed glances at the young mage's skill and dedication. One guard wiped the sweat from his brow and approached Cedric with awe in his eyes. "Why are you here, my lord?" he asked, unable to contain his curiosity. Cedric laughed heartily, twirling his training staff in his hand. "Just training. I kinda got in the habit…
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Cedric sat by the tranquil lake, his fingers skimming the surface of the water as he expertly skipped rocks. The gentle ripples danced in the fading light of the sun. Megna approached, concern etched on her face. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Is it okay to be doing this on your first day back?" Cedric's eyes followed the trajectory of another rock he released, the smooth stone gliding effortlessly across the water. "It was number one on my to-do list when I came back," he replied, a hint…
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Six years had passed, and the grand castle brimmed with anticipation as a magnificent carriage glided towards its imposing gates. With a graceful halt, thirteen-year-old Cedric emerged from the carriage, setting foot once again on the familiar grounds of his family estate. The surroundings exuded a sense of comfort and nostalgia, as if the very land welcomed him back. Lyla, his loyal servant, rushed forward to greet him, her face adorned with a heartfelt smile, her eyes shimmering with warmth.…
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Cedric found himself in the garden, practicing magic alongside Megna, the mana fairy. The sun bathed the vibrant flowers in warm hues as Cedric's excitement filled the air. As they continued their magical exercises, Cedric fell silent, his curiosity getting the better of him. He turned to Megna, his voice filled with intrigue. "What are the other fairy queens like?" Megna paused, her eyes distant for a moment, before responding. "They are no fun." Cedric furrowed his brow, leaning in closer. "What do…
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As Cedric arrived at the Academy of Magi, Sarah, his mother's attendant, greeted him with a warm smile and a nod. Sarah was a tall and elegant woman, her chestnut hair flowing down her back in graceful waves. "Greetings, my lord. If you would kindly follow me." Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with kindness and wisdom, making her a comforting presence for Cedric as she guided him through the halls of the academy. As they walked, Cedric and Sarah engaged in a conversation about the upcoming debut and its…
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Cedric, now seven years old, sat in the carriage on his way to the highly anticipated debut of the next generation. His attendant, Lyla, was by his side, the excitement in the air palpable. As they journeyed, Lyla commented, "Sorry your parents couldn't travel with us. It's a tradition." Curious, Cedric turned his head and asked, "What kind of tradition?" Lyla smirked in response. "Well, it's not really a tradition per se, but more of a precaution. You see, parents often get competitive when it comes…
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Two years had passed since Cedric's encounter with the dragon, and he had blossomed into a gracious and noble young ruler. Walking through the town that his family ruled over, Cedric's presence commanded respect and admiration. Accompanying him was his newly appointed female attendant, Lyla, a loyal companion with short red hair flowing in the wind, adding to her striking beauty and grace. As they strolled through the streets, Cedric greeted the townspeople with genuine warmth and grace, engaging in…
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The sun bathed the streets of the town that the Montclair family ruled over, casting a warm glow on the bustling scene. Cedric, now four years old, walked hand in hand with his mother, Lady Isabella, as they strolled through the lively marketplace. The townspeople beamed at their young ruler, waving and greeting them with warmth and respect. As they walked, Lady Isabella gently squeezed Cedric's hand, her voice filled with a mix of pride and responsibility. "Cedric, my dear, you are part of a very…
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At the tender age of four, Cedric, with his raven-black hair and sparkling blue eyes, possessed a charm that belied his lack of magical abilities. However, there was one peculiar trait that had developed within him—a smile that seemed to evoke an unsettling aura. It wasn't intentional, but the way his lips curved upward appeared oddly unnerving to those who observed him. One sunny afternoon, Cedric ventured into the lush gardens of Castle Montclair, his curiosity guiding his every step. Amidst the…
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Within the opulent walls of Castle Montclair, a hush settled over the grand chamber as Lady Isabella, a noblewoman of high standing, prepared to give birth. Servants bustled about, ensuring every detail was in place for the momentous occasion. The air crackled with anticipation, both for the arrival of the newborn and the potential of the magical lineage. As Lord Montclair paced back and forth, his long black and grey beard swaying with each anxious step, Lady Elizabeth, a renowned seer, approached…
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