You bet that Prince Qui did not fall asleep that night. He was too busy thinking that if he tried to sleep, it would only be futile.
Magic? He asked himself, pacing around his tent. He made sure that he turned off the light in his tent so no one could see his silhouette walking in the same pattern.
I must be nuts to be really thinking about its existence!
But he was not going to take any chances. He would make sure that they would win this war, even if that would mean that he would be endangering more people just so he could end The Traveling Nightmare.
And… if magic existed out there, he had to make sure that they were going to grab hold of it. They could not let it fall into the wrong hands.
