“ Killed? What Kind of- what do you mean by other things?” Mitchiko could not believe someone could be killed just for speaking their mind. It sounded like the rumors about Kine-keen, the isle of werewolf. It was said to be one of the worst places on the planet of Ramentia. Then again, she was very far from home.

“ You really aren’t from around here are you little lady? Lots of things could put you in jail or worse. Assaulting a capital guard, disobeying one of the sages, worshiping false gods, harboring a none elf mortal in your home or establishment, things like that. But one of the biggest things that will almost surely give you a death sentence, is using magic.”

Michiko’s face grew pale. All of that seemed so unusual, unfair, tyrannical. Who was this king Eric to force his citizens what to say or believe? And magic! She could understand banning gray or black magic, but all magic? Who was this king?