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I was a man of power – a sorcerer of some note,
seasoned and confident in my abilities and in my role.
I had been asked to assist a group of peace officers who were
pursuing a pair of criminals. They had tracked these men to a cave
and I had been called in to help because of the nature of the cave.
It was a place not entirely of this world – a magical cave of some
power that these lawmen knew they could not safely enter.
__ I could enter the cave, however, as this was
part of my dual
__nature and a prime expression of being a sorcerer.
I approached
__the oval mouth of the cave and confidently
entered the portal to
__determine if the two wrongdoers had crossed
into it in their
__attempts to escape.
__ __Inside the
cave, I found something that immediately showed
__ __me that the
men had, indeed, entered here, but that they would
__ __never come
out again. They had been taken by the Jaguar.
__ __The Jaguar
was a denizen of the other world – the world of magic
__ __to which the
cave was a nexus. It was, indeed, a magic Jaguar that
__ __had taken those
men and I knew that they would never be seen
__ __again in the
world outside. I gathered up the thing that told me
__ __this was true
and took it outside the cave to show the officers
__ __who were waiting
for me.
__ __ __When
they saw it, they understood that their search was over
__ __ __and
justice had been done. It was a enchanted symbol and a sign.
__ __ __I
did not have to say anything, only to hold up the great,
__ __ __glowing
Feather that I had brought out. It was taller than
__ __ __any
of us standing there at the mouth of the Cave.
__ __ __It
was iridescent, bright, and beautiful.
It was the feather of the Jaguar.
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