In a land of magic, she waited.
The texts was remarkably detailed, considering. The hero would come from another world, in a chariot of fire, with a shield of darkness, and answer to the name of the slaves.
She waited, calmly, sleeping and eating when needed, for the text to be fulfilled.
Then, one day, a silver metal box on wheels appeared in a fireball. A man climbed out, his skin dark.
She called out the name of the slaves.
The traveler was upset the slur was in use in this world too, and that set him to fix it.
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