Chapter 3:- Solaris
By the time I was ten I could do all sorts of things with magic.
I could make flowers grow or wilt,
I could sense the scurrying thoughts of sorrel-tails,
and if I concentrated, I could move small objects.
But even though I now resided in her castle,
I saw Zair less and less.
She was often traveling, on diplomatic missions I heard.
Oh yes, I heard all sorts of things in town.
I heard people whisper about a world called Solaris.
My world.