out fish hooks to any whose paths we crossed, and promised them that with her hooks, they would always be able to catch fish.

“Is that true?” I asked her the first time she made this promise.

“Yes,” she said simply. “I can also make arrows that will kill a bird or a deer every time it flies, but they will also kill people and I don’t want that responsibility.”

“How will you kill the Reaper?”

She looked into the small fire for so long, I didn’t think she was going to answer me. “You fight magic with magic,” she said.

“Is your magic that strong?”

“Yes,” she said. “Even in the Before I worked with earth and metals and fire. Now I command them. The Reaper’s magic is born...

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