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FO9T Book 1 Chapter 4 The storm clouds, their frightening thunderheads pillaring and expanding by the moment, continued to darken and deepen and spread across the skies above the endless grasslands plains. So this is the right spot, thought Elrik, as he accelerated his flight speed, his wings now become invisible from the furious velocity of their thrashing.  He had to be in perfect position to observe the “event!”  For Elrik was not just any garden-variety sprite.  He liked to think of himself as the Prince of the Sprites, maybe even the King!  Surely he deserved the crown, he thought, as he was by far the most inventively mischie