With a thump of his fist upon the table he rose from the chair and strode sullenly to his study window. His strength returned quickly while not attempting to draw on the light of the second sun, Maga - the source that fuels all magic power in the realm. Not many people beyond the age of forty could retain their power. Why this was the case was unknown to all. It was those fortunate few that every five years would be born on the Day of Maga under the light of the second sun who could wield the power. And only those people would cast a shadow from its light. Blessed are those who cast their image twice upon the earth ...or so the saying went. But Tyrion didn't feel blessed.
