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The great Temple of Alandias was filled with the finest flowers in the Kingdom. Candelabras and sconces were lit throughout the sacred
building and the choir sang like Angels from the heavens. It was on this day that Garren the simple forest boy had become a man as well as a King. He
wore finely tailored clothing and a golden jeweled crown upon his head. People and other beings and creatures presented him with gifts that he
accepted with great honor. A huge feast had been set in the castle's dining hall and the guests dined and danced into the wee hours of morn.
It was with a heavy heart the next day that Garren would bid a fond farewell to his dearest friends. Night, his beautiful Elf friend presented the
King with a gift of a magical amulet made by the finest craftsmen of her land. Along with the amulet was a little scroll explaining its properties,
tied with silver metallic thread. "For my forever friend with all my love and wishes for a long and beautiful life." Hugo gifted the king with a
feather from one of his wings. This too had magical properties and could be of use someday. "Whenever troubles arrive, this will call forth those of
my kind, if not myself to aid you. Hold it and concentrate on your needs when the time comes." Pesky the pixie had put some pixie dust into a tiny
leather bag. It was a very rare gift and seldom given away. "To the new King of Alandias, may you rule with strength, bravery, wisdom and high morals.
May your days be filled with wonder and happiness." Jojopo the goblin pulled a ring from his finger. "This has been handed down in my family for many
generations, from Son to Son."
Garren slowly closed his eyes as tears fell freely down his face. He then opened his eyes and looked at Jojopo. "You cannot give this treasure to me
my friend. Some day you will have a Son of your own. I need no gift from you, but that of your friendship." Jojopo, trying desperately to keep his
composure, took the young King's hand and placed the ring in his palm. "You have been like a Son to me, no different than if you were born of my own
blood. It belongs to you now."
From beneath the golden sun, Storm and Sky flew around in circles before landing gracefully in the courtyard of the King. Both bowed deeply and handed
Garren a scale from their bodies. A dragon's scales were like pixie dust, a rare gift seldom given away. Storm handed the scales to the King. "It has
been an honor to know you Garren of the woodlands, It is with great pride and gratitude we call you friend. If you should ever need us, call and we
shall rally by your side."
Garren looked from one friend to the next. "Never could I have imagined in my wildest dreams that I would get to know such amazing beings, or go on
such wondrous adventures. You have all helped to shape who I am today and guide me to who I will become. You my friends are the light that shines out
into the world for all to see and resides in the deepest part of me. None of you shall ever be forgotten. You will always be a part of me, the best
With great courage the companions hugged their friend one last time before walking away into the horizon. Garren held his hand over his heart and
stared off into the distance until he could no longer see their forms.