1.0Tellesthttps://tellest.comMichael DeAngelohttps://tellest.com/author/webadmin/Mageborn Previewrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="TldBAWqsyU"><a href="https://tellest.com/tot1preview/">Mageborn Preview</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://tellest.com/tot1preview/embed/#?secret=TldBAWqsyU" width="600" height="338" title="“Mageborn Preview” — Tellest" data-secret="TldBAWqsyU" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> Chapter One: Introductions The bluebird sang upon the stone windowsill, mere inches away from the jars of ancient substances.  Looking at the nearby dried roots, it would quickly hop toward them and then abruptly back away.  After each cycle, it would tweet its song as though it was trying to remain discreet. A sweet-smelling spring […]