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Powerful sorcerers stood on the seashore. Nobody in the world without magic knew about this enchanted land where they met. The wizards looked at each other expectantly.

“What do you say, Danarion? It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” a cheerful voice broke the silence.

The wizard who spoke was a head taller than his interlocutor, his soft dark beard with hints of gray fluttered in the sea wind. Folds of a luxurious green robe, embroidered with gold threads, hid the impressive belly of rich meals’ lover. Everything in this magician was round. He looked as if nature had used bow compasses to create him.

“I don’t understand why you’re so happy, Emmerond,” the other sorcerer answered grumpily. “We filled our land with magic, and now crowds of wizards will gather here. This is dangerous and wrong! Someday everything will collapse with a loud crash. Can you imagine how much noise will be here? And it’ll be our fault!”

The man who came to meet Emmerond raised his long, sharp nose and glared at his interlocutor. Unlike the first wizard, he seemed to be created with nothing but corners.

“We have accomplished something that wizards have never achieved before! And you are behaving like a naughty and guilty dog. Look around!” Emmerond pointed to the sky, where a huge dragon was circling with majestic grace. “We no longer need to hide in the world without magic. This land will become our asylum, our reward for years of wandering and secret life. That world no longer needs wizards, and we’ll be free here!”

“You have always been a speechifier, Emmerond!” a broad-shouldered girl with a short haircut approached them, beaming with a dazzling smile. Her plump figure was covered with a silver silk vest over a blouse with puffy sleeves, and her tight trousers were tucked into high boots. She leaned on a long, thin staff decorated with tiny diamonds.

Gloomy, pale young man with a mane of curly hair trudged behind her. He seemed to come here reluctantly. He looked like a man who didn’t sleep enough. Wrapped in a purple cloak, the young man stood at a distance and casually nodded greeting Emmerond and Danarion.

“Finally! Wizards in love, here they come!” Emmerond announced in the voice of an entertainer.

“Stop it, father! You’re talking like we perform in a circus. ”

“You’re too gloomy for the circus,” Emmerond replied, grinning. “What’s happened, my eternally displeased son?”

The young man cast a fierce glance at his father and turned away.