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Bealox eyed Spike curiously but didn’t comment on my fae kitten. He knew my family, so I could assume he’d heard by way of the grapevine. Bealox had started out his life a more modest way then even a fairy kitten. He’d once been a regular monkey in the wild. That was, before a certain witchy someone got her claws on him and twisted him with blood magiks.
“Today, let’s talk about the history of the fairy races, and the various wars throughout history.”
Bealox preened as he moved around the class. Brandon raised his hand and furrowed deeply in confusion.
“Sir, isn’t this magiks history, not fairy history?”
Brandon asked, and several people laughed aloud. Bealox turned and grinned a terrifying, sharp, grin on Brandon.
“Tell me dear blood mage, what would you classify the unintende
