Wishes
can be tricky things. A poorly worded
wish can go badly awry. But when he had
finished describing to the fairy his heartfelt wish that his songs would live
forever, spreading from mind to mind and heart to heart ever forward in a
time-defying wave, she smiled and said there was nothing simpler.
She led him
by the hand down a misty path and pointed to a dilapidated wooden fence in the
distance. "All you have to do is sing your song while leaving our fair
lands without looking back. And take
care to leave through yon Promul Gate."
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