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. But I do know that only a
powerful wizard could perform such a feat as that. NOT one
who just recently passed his Test!"
Looking back at the levitated Sturm hovering helplessly
in the air, Palin nodded. "You're right," he said proudly. "I
performed a high-level spell, without any assistance or aid!
Not even the Staff of Magius helped me!" Reaching out, he
took hold of the staff. The wood was cold to the touch, icy
cold, almost painful. Palin gasped, almost dropping it. But
then he noticed that the dizziness was easing. He felt his
skin grow cool, the buzzing in his head diminished. "My
magic!" he murmured. "The Graygem must be enhancing
it! I've only been here a short while, and look what I can
do! I have the power of an archmage. If I had the gem, I'd
be as strong as my uncle!" Palin whispered to himself.
"Maybe stronger!" His eyes glistened, his body began to
tremble. "I'd use my power for Good, of course. I would
seize the Tower at Palanthas from Dalamar and cleanse it of
its evil. I would lift the curse from the Shoikan Grove, enter
my uncle's laboratory." Thoughts and visions of the future
came to him in a swirl of wild colors, so real and vivid he
literally reeled at the sight
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