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Deep in a tall, dark castle in the Wilderness, Agaben sat lazily on his throne, gazing out over his army. He finally got up and began to draw on the ground.
Aazalen, a court scribe, looked up to his master. "Lord Agaben," he asked timidly, "what are you doing?"
Agaben smiled. "My army needs a leader to command them in battle from outside the castle," he muttered as he finished drawing a circle on the cold stone floor.
"Can't you lead it, Master?"
"No, I have to remain in this room, in case Lord Zamorak wants to speak to me," he gestured toward a mirror on the opposite wall. The mirror was clear, but it did not reflect the room. Instead, it reflected a smoky gray haze. Blood was staining the rim of the mirror.
"So, who do you think should be your regent in battle?"
"Me." Before A**alen could become puzzled by this riddle, Agaben continued, "I will envoke a powerful magic, the magic of a Puppet."
"You are going to create a Puppet? Then it will lead the army, not you."
"The Puppet will not have a mind of its own. The Puppet I will make shall be an empty shell, controlled by me from here."
Agaben stood in the circle and released a burst of magic. Another man stood in the circle with him. It looked different than Agaben, but when Agaben spoke, the man said the same thing. "I am Anzaar, the Puppet of Agaben," they said. "Now, I go to fulfill my mission." Anzaar vanished, leaving Agaben alone in the magic circle.
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