“I’m pretty sure there are no more evil forces left. Don’t get as paranoid as they are.” Aestus whispered back hurriedly, ignoring the questioning glances that people were giving them.

“And now… AHHH!” The governor’s words were cut short abruptly as he suddenly lurched forward, plummeting from the tall balcony toward the street below. Gasps of horror were heard amongst the crowd, and everyone looked panicked.

“Someone help him!”

“Anima!” Aestus whispered sharply into his companion’s ear. The answer he got was a simple shake of the head. Frowning, he wondered if he was supposed to watch as the governor fell toward the hard street. His question was soon answered as the governor’s fall seemed to slow down, the flaps of his jacket billowing out like a parachute making him look slightly ridiculous and was finally set on the ground gently.

“The Dragons!” The governor exclaimed once he had mustered the will to stand still. “Bring the Dragons here! They will burn! There was magic in this area!”

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