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Amaltea has had many adventures and has made many friends all over this alternate world. Here you will find many of her friends.

I wish to thank everyone involved with the stories behind these portraits.

Duck!

Duck!

"Duck!" yells Xenograg, and Amaltea immediately obeys. She had been holding off the ogres with Tarillion single-handedly so that her husband could gather his sorcerous power. As they had practiced over and over again back in the dojo, Amaltea now jumps back and crouches low while Xenograg releases his spell over her head. The sudden heat startles her as golden flame fans out from Xenograg's hands to engulf the remaining five creatures. The initial blast lasts only a moment but the golden fire, like burning oil, continues unabated. Only after many seconds of agony do the ogres burn to death.

"Xeno, that was horrible..."

"I know and I'm sorry. There were more of them than I expected. I had to use a different spell."

"I know it was them or us but ... they didn't have a chance, did they?"

"Not with you protecting me. You did a splendid job of it, too," he says while gesturing to the one ogre Amaltea herself killed.

"Why do I feel both proud and guilty?"

"That's how it should feel. A warrior has the power of life and death. With that power comes the burden of responsibility. A warrior never wants to kill or destroy but frequently must. Who, when, how, and why you kill or not kill is what separates warriors from butchers."

"You've told me that before but I didn't understand until now."

"Amal, these concepts are beyond words. They can only be properly conveyed through experiences."

"I guess you are right."

"Now let's move on before any more ogres show up."


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