The light died down. Gordon and Jenny looked up, and stared. A group of elderly men and women were there. They were clad in robes, crowns, and cliche wizard hats. They were smiling. One, the oldest, stepped forwards and spoke.
"Gordon Johnson," he began. "A terrible evil has risen again in this world. Middleveiw has been transformed. Or better yet, the teenagers. Only an army of teenagers can destroy the evil. We wish to assist you, in any way we can. The council can generate enough magic to create a small transformation, or we may leave you be, and give you any assistance you need. What do you choose? It is up to you, and only you."
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