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"Yes, there was a gate. Although, I don't think that it was doing anything so kind as giving us a second chance." Edmund said in a flat voice. After seeing what the others could do he thought he'd try it for himself. He clapped his hands together, thinking with all his might, before pressing them to a nearby tree. A blue light flashed from where his hands pressed against the tree. The tree slowly but surely changed its shape, twisting and bending, until its form was that of a cannon. The once brown tree was now a cold, lifeless, metal cannon. "Very interesting." He said to no one in particular.

Edmund turned his attention back to the girls. "Its nice to make you're acquaintance, Grace. My name is Edmund. Edmund Clearwater."