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WANDMAKER #6

Cebrus matched Silvan’s frown. “What are you talking about?”

“You, you are barely tall enough to reach my shoulder. A little guy like you shouldn’t be running around all alone. Someone could snap you in two and stuff you under a boulder.”

Laughter burst from Cebrus. “You think I’m that easy to kill?” 

If the prince weren’t so sexy Cebrus might seriously have considered punching Silvan, but his genuine concern made him laugh.

“It’s not funny. It would be better if you stayed here permanently. Yes I’ll recommend to father that you are given a post.” Silvan said as if he’d solved the problem and Cebrus would accommodatingly fall into line.

“I hate to ruin your planning of my life but I’m fine. I’m only going to stay a few weeks to help out anyone who requests and then move on. I have a quest,” he argued.

“A quest?” Silvan raked Cebrus up and down with his hot gaze. Cebrus almost volunteered to strip so the prince could see everything but decided that might be a bit inappropriate.
 
“Yes, I’m searching for the Mallif tree.”

Silvan’s mouth dropped open. “But they are a myth?”

Cebrus shook his head. “No. My great uncle had a wand made out of Mallif wood. It’s real.”
Mallif wood had legendary properties. Rumor stated that any wand made with Mallif wood could contain the user’s magic even past their death.

“What happened to your uncle’s wand?” Silvan asked.

“His wife burned it at his death so no one could know its secrets.” Cebrus still hated his great aunt for that act even though she’d died five years ago. They could’ve learned so much from it.

“Is it true what they say about it?” Silvan asked, his eyes focused as if he could sear the truth from Cebrus’ soul.

“That it keeps its owner’s magic?”

“No. That it can be wielded by wand makers. Is it true?”

Cebrus hesitated, struggling if he should tell the truth. The look in Silvan’s eyes told him the prince would find out one way or another. “Yes. Mallif is the only wood that wand makers can use to perform magic.”

In general wand makers only transferred magic for people. They were immune to it and couldn’t do more than move it from place to place acting as conductors. However, Mallif wood gave them the skill to create magic of their own. The wood died out due to a fungus that killed all known trees. However Cebrus had heard of a grove to the east but couldn’t find anyone to corroborate that story. 

“What will you do if you find a tree?”

Ahh, that was the question. What would he do indeed?