Merlin’s staff held in hand, the magician casts a spell.

Power flows as she reaches to the sky; a bolt of lightning rains

Down on the enemy’s head. Her emotions swell;

an army charges forward running across the plains.

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The magician smiles at the sky, and water pours on her head.

Clashing swords ring in the valley, and from above a dragon roars.

The opposition screams and flees as soon, they all will be dead.

With a shout of joy the battle now is over, along with the war.