Chapter 39
“Who are you?” I asked. “You don’t have to rub it in my face my father is the great and almighty Alqamar of Bel’athore,” my younger double said as he pointed at me angrily. I realized it was using what I had said to Lacia all those years ago. It was not only parroting it to me, it was also actually saying it in the same sort of animosity as I had told Lacia, I felt the same disdain come to me as I had exuded to Lacia. “When I am chief, all this stupid… (insert expletive here) rituals and (another expletive) ceremonies will be forever banished. Such trivial idiocies!” my younger doppelganger said. “You are nothing but a phantom of my past misguided self.” I said to my double as if it was able to understand what I was saying. I was not sure if it did or not. “Excuse me your Majesty,” it
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