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Plaxica 11/70
He was winning against the mage until the fires reached him. He felt his already parched skin be burnt and he let loose a cry of pain, jumping back through the disintegrating net. He fell backwards towards the floor and then all went dark and the voice appeared in his head again.
"I told you that opposing the mage was foolishness. It is time to get out of here."
With a snap his senses came back and he could see and smell again, yet he noticed that he was in owl form. And control over his movements was not his. The spirit inside him was controlling them and he was on his way towards the door leading to the garden, flying fast.
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