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Maybe it was just the strangeness of having someone already so familiar with his tale, but Atticus got a slight sense of arrogance from the boy or Grotto rather. Shaking their hand, he narrowed his eyes, trying to work out how on earth a mythical cave could conceive a child. Likely it was he was born of a thought, or rather was a smaller cave that grew a conscious based on local legends and myths, later growing to hold so many strong spiritual items that the other cave became a sort of parental figure of sorts. Of course, Atticus had read plenty of the Cave of wonders. He had met it in person while on an expedition to return several treasures that had been lost, which they had subsequently found. That specific item was just some ancient rulers enchanted crown, though it had been long forgotten now it had been another of his mother’s crafts.
"This is my first year, Father said I could learn something. Although after 1,000 years, I doubt there’s much to learn.”
Yes, arrogance, he was familiar. “Only 1,000?” Atticus said, feigning a polite smile as he folded his hands behind his back. “My, you must be quite the avid reader. And since you know so much about my mother, I take it you know all about myself as well. Tell me, what was the first thing I created using my mothers method of enchantment? You must know, since it was so similar to her own first treasure.”
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The Gardens
With Grotto