Guiding Darren through the streets, Leodor Sultaser ducked down an alley and positioned the boy behind him while they waited. When the elf resumed his pace, Darren tugged at the man’s sleeve. “Where are we going?”
“I’m leading you to my home.”
“Why?”
“As I told you, Darren. I need to test your commitment.“
After a few minutes Leodor walked out of the alley and Darren swallowed as he followed the lanky man. He didn’t understand the man’s motivations and he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. After another twenty minutes, they came to a small campus, and the man pulled the boy right next to him. “Hurry we need to get into my home, do not wander off into the rest of the campus. Is that clear?”
With a meek nod, Darren hustled to stay next to Leodor as they crossed the grassy center of the campus. Walking right up to a spartan home, Leodor deftly opened the door and escorted the young man into his home. Leodor walked through the open doorway opposite the entrance and returned carrying a simple black leather belt. “Replace your belt with this?”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t afford to walk with you forever.”
“What?”
“You have the ability to wield magic, Darren.” Leodor stated as he folded his arms over his chest and began tapping his foot as he waited for Darren to comply with his order. But as the child stood blankly with the belt in hand Leodor sighed and explained. “By national decree, anyone capable of wielding magic is required to be turned over to the government.”
“So why not turn me over?”
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