While thinking of her frustrations Morgaine had a baby apple in her hands. Over the years Morgaine had learned never to pick an apple early because it was often bitter and inedible.
Carefully Morgaine focused on the apple in her hands and before her eyes she watched as the small green fruit began to enlarge and grow the colorful red stripes it was famous for. Morgaine couldn’t believe her eyes. She hadn’t been able to channel her magic at all to this point. Morgaine didn’t know how this was possible but at this point she wasn’t about to complain.
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