“You are a cold, monstrous bully! Who doesn’t care about anyone except yourself. You evil brat!” he screamed to no one as he slammed the front door.

Shaman Lumos threw his cloak over the back of an overstuffed chair and went and sat at the kitchen table. He rubbed his head and stared at the fireplace. Taking his magic stick he shook it at the stack of logs and instantly heard a crackle and sparks flew up the chimney.

An hour later he was still thinking about the events with the Order of the Dark Sisters. He understood their need for power more than other brown hat wizards. In his head Lumos thought, “This time the order has gone too far. Demanding that the brown hat community grow crops for them for free. They should use their own magic to grow their own food. They are lazy and want the world to wait on them. They think that their connection to the cosmos makes them more powerful than me. Ha, the joke is on them. I can and will use the spirits of past brown hats to help. A few of them have connections to the cosmos. Many people get fooled by their actions because it is hard to tell them apart from the other purple hat sisters. Some of the most kind and caring wizards I know wear purple hats and have blue hair. These women choose peace and harmony. It’s time to hear what my mentors think.”

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