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"The Moach and the Mage" by apothecary
Everyone knows each sorceress, wizard, mage, and magician has a familiar: a focal point and animated guide through which they channel their mystic abilities. Every famous Neopian magic-user has had a hidden companion, imbued with a special energy, that allows them to expend beyond their fair share of magic.
Some sorceresses, like Jhudora or Illusen, have great and powerful creatures as their magical foci, famous petpets aged for centuries that have conquered trial after trial alongside their faeries. Others, such as Kauvara, who took after her uncle Klum the magician, have familiars that have remained secret. Nevertheless, every magic user has had a helping hand, an assistant if you will, who protects and adds to the capabilities of their masters.
It was only a matter of time, once a young Neopet had begun their magical training, that they would need a companion to help them progress in their studies. Many would run to the Petpet Stall in Sakhmet or the Winter Petpet shop in Happy Valley to meet the dozens of petpets there, and find one which resonated with their magic. It was a coming-of-age ritual every spellcaster looked forward to.
Today was the day for one such mage, a young Kougra named Xander. He had been waiting for months, training at the Pirate Academy and receiving his abilities in Faerieland, and he knew that now was the time for him to gain a companion to continue his training alongside him.
Excitedly, he went to the first petpet shop he could find, Krawk Island Nippers. He dug through his pockets, looking for leftover dubloons, and excitedly stepped inside, smiling brightly at the shopkeeper. The older Kyrii grinned toothily at Xander, leaning forward on the counter.
“Have you come to find a companion, little one? Someone to share in your adventures, perhaps?” He gestured at the pens surrounding him, and the myriad of petpets within.
Xander nodded excitedly, clapping his paws together.
The Kyrii chuckled, and pulled out a blue stepstool from behind the counter, handing it to Xander. “Get a feel for the little ones, then. Don’t be shy, only a few of ‘em bite.” Immediately climbing on the little stool, Xander began to peer into the pens, eyes widening as Weewoos, Blibbles, and a particularly curious Farnswap sniffed him curiously. He examined them closely in return, even going so far as to extend a bit of his magical essence to brush the small creatures, but felt no returning tug or feeling of “rightness”.
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