New sun in the sky

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Magnus walked along the road that led to the only bakery in the town. The sky was clear and the winds were friendly. He could almost smell the fresh bread from a mile away. The number of humans must have been less than thirty he had recalled. At that moment that didn’t matter. He was finally back. He was staring at his young-self carrying a basket of freshly baked goods and a few packets of blood for his parents. His younger version was analyzing him from head to toe. He had lingered a second longer on his eyes and then on his long dark nails.

“Magnus,” He greeted the boy, “Nice to meet you.”

Little Magnus froze for a second before offering a small bow, “It is my pleasure, master.” He replied politely before quickly rushing off. Magnus smiled to himself. He knew exactly what would be going on inside his young little human mind.

“Is this what you use my pet for?” the bane of his existence spoke, “She helps you dream?”