Jonas & Apollo
Jonas begins pacing around his office again, not that it helps. He pauses, looking at his bookshelf where the secret compartment lies and curses to himself and begins pacing again. He knows he's getting close, this wouldn’t all be happening if he wasn’t getting closer. Closer to magic. He sits at his desk, and starts tapping his fingers in irritation. ‘How could this be happening?’ he asks himself. He swivels his chair and looks at the painting hung behind him, a portrait of himself his first year as High Tribute. He was nearing the end of his 7 year term, with the Council being handed over to a Grounder next, most likely the insufferable Troll named Gabriel who sits on the Council now. Gabriel's meager optical illusion power was to change his height a mere 6 inches, for about a twenty
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