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Chosen by their thirteenth year
To follow in a master’s steps
They wave farewell to youth and home
While preparing for their tasks
Some will sweat among the anvils
While others ache within the woods
Many learn of herbs to cook
Or heal those that fall to pain
Warriors and thieves will grow
From those that find these paths
The lucky ones will find the tower
Where magic is their trade
All will grow to be true masters
And earn apprentices of their own