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// Epilogue 
// Story: The Trials Three 
// by NorsePony 
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        The king and Puck heard the colt’s shout echoing faintly down the tunnel. Puck smiled to hear it, and smiled more at the king’s anger. “Come now, Oberon, my liege. Surely things are more interesting this way?”
        The king grunted. “You risk my wrath, Puck, speaking so familiarly.”
        Puck walked a slow circle around the king, well within reach of the terrible claws, counting off points on his multi-jointed fingers. “I sensed, as did you, my lord, that boy’s potential. I designed his challenges to bring out that potential. As we both just saw, my plan worked. He is more knowledgable in magic now than a hundred of the Dayside’s paltry wizards. He will only grow more skilled with age. Knowledge makes power. And power…” He stopped directly in front of the king, smiling impertinently up into the hard yellow eyes. “Power, my most puissant lord, makes chaos.”
        The king grunted again, but this time thoughtfully. “As always, your wisdom is greater than your sense, Puck. Our faetouched boy cannot help but be destined for fame and infamy. Recently, I have sensed that a new sun will be rising over the Dayside. With a guiding hand, perhaps those two threads can be woven together to make a fascinating cloth. Perhaps I will travel soon and discover how interesting things can become in the daylight world.”
        “An excellent choice, my lord Oberon. Though you will need a new name to disguise yourself.”
        “Oh,” said the king, tugging on the small white tuft of his beard, “I’m certain I’ll think of something.”