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Within the tree line, Waterstone, Rainstorm, Ancient Oak and every member of Tarkyn’s home guard watched in horror as events dragged their friend and forest guardian away from them.
“He said he could never leave us,” said Ancient Oak more creakily than ever, “but how can he turn his back on his sorcerers now? They’re not like us. They need a leader.”
“Blast his stupid brothers!” exclaimed Rainstorm, throwing a wad of bark savagely against the trunk of an old beech tree. “We never saw this coming, did we? Not in a million years. What are we going to do?”
Waterstone grunted. “There’s nothing we can do. Sorcerer business is not our business. It doesn’t look as though Tarkyn is in danger and he hasn’t called for any of us except Stormaway who is, after all, half sorcerer and couldn’t he
