Eleven years later:
“Today’s your accolade,” Ada sighed, “he would’ve been so proud of you.”
“If he were to say anything at all, he’d make fun of how stupid I look.” Bryce corrected her.
“Yeah but he only would do that to hide his smug smile.”
“He would have never let me do this; serve someone else so loyally. He doesn’t believe in kings.”
“He didn’t believe in many things, boy.”
“I’m moments away from being a knight, Ada. I’m not a boy anymore.” He complained. “He believed in us.”
“Enough reminiscing, will you?” She nagged, “today’s your big day, we should be celebrating instead! I got you something.”
“Ada, you shouldn’t have.”
“Oh please! I’m the king’s right-hand mage; it’s not like I can’t afford it.”
She took out a weird crystal ball and handed it to him.
“What’s this?”
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