“Why is he so cruel?” Hakon muttered under his breath. The warm water soothed Hakon's aching muscles and as he began to doze off he quickly roused himself reaching for the wooden handle of the boar brush and began scrubbing. The brush was coarse and uncomfortable against Hakon's wet skin. With each stroke he could feel the stinging from the many cuts and scrapes he received scampering in the woods. To him the water seemed poisonous as the brush made nearly every inch of his body hurt but as he washed the water over his injuries once more the cuts, scratches and bruises began to fade as if they were never there at all. The startled boy dropped the boars brush in the water and pulled tightly at his skin as he watched his wounds mend in front of his very eyes and disappear. “Magic.” He uttere
