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And Majira, Star of the Day, Princess of Krolm of the world of the Daemons, could not open a portal. And she hated it. She was captive in her own world. Her own country. She wanted to travel. Her destiny was to travel. And by not, she was dying. She would not survive much longer without using some sort of Majick. And in that palace, it was impossible. The palace was Blocked. She was Blocked. And her anger only made the Block harder. Usually she would find a way around it but her fury made it stronger. She hated it! Rogan looked up at her with eyes like the stars where he should fly. His fur was blacker than coal and his eyes whiter than snow. His wings weren't furred, they were feathered. His wings would glint like black gold when they were unfolded. But they were folded against his back and melded into him. His own frustration made him all the more dangerous. All the more dangerous.

"You are a Daemon." he said, his voice rumbled from nowhere but was still his own. "A Maje Daemon."

"Yes." Majira replied, her voice was smooth and soft and calm, it never changed, "But I cannot find a way out. Can you?"

"I have been Bound." he sighed, "My wings will not turn and I must run as the wolves of the earth do."

"Such a hassle, Rogan." Majira turned and stepped across the wall. "But you are unBound if I am in trouble." her almond shaped eyes glinted curiously.

"You won't do it." Rogan protested, "We can't risk that."

"Yet." Majira sighed wistfully, "But we may walk out of here any time we like."

"How?" Rogan still did not know the extent of Majira's power. Suddenly his shaped shifted to that of a beautiful man. A man with hair black as night and almond shaped eye blue as sapphires.

"Because the loophole is that I may use my Majick on anything as long as it does not transport me anywhere or injure a person." her own shape shifted to a plain looking woman with yellow hair and green eyes. She looped her arm into his, "And now we go."

"And how do I walk on two legs?" Rogan demanded.

"One foot at a time." Majira smiled delicately.