I gazed at my father. Hesitant, I gulped then opened my mouth. “Who’s to say they don’t have their own magic? Leave them be. They are you as you are me.”

It was the bravest thing I ever did in the eyes of the world’s greatest wizard, sorcerer of sunlight, emblem of magic. His reaction through me for a diabolical loop of uncanny mystery laced with potions and emphatic energy.