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                              Dragon's Blood

                          by Vivian Darkbloom

   "The war you propose to declare is absurd."

   A thin sliver of afternoon sunlight slicing across stale, musty
   atmosphere accented the tense silence in the room as I faced the
   men seated around the dark wooden table, whose impatient
   expressions flew across at me with unbridled hostility.

   King George cocked his head with jaunty swagger. "Our wizard
   propostulates a differing view," whimsically he tossed the
   pretentiously defiant grammar into the terrible discussion.

   "You think it's funny," I said quietly, quivering with rage. "But
   you have no idea how much death and suffering you will cause,
   simply because you cling to the foolish notions that, the more
   gold you hoard the happier you will become, or that the bards
   will sing your name more loudly the larger your empire is."

   Several of his sycophants laughed, mocking me.

   "Fine. Don't listen to me. You'll squander all of the Kingdom's
   resources on this foolish and unnecessary quest, and the entire
   populace will wind up in poverty. All because you can't stand to
   think there's a piece of land where the people don't fly your
   ridiculous flag. There is absolutely no reason for this
   unprovoked aggression."

   King George cocked his head once more. "Guards, would you care to
   escort our wizard back to his tower, so we may carry on with our
   discussion of plans for war?"

   Two heavily armored guards, clomped over to me, each with heavy
   swords on his belt. They reached out to take my arm, but I deftly
   evaded their grasp, resisting the urge to paralyze them
   completely, instead just throwing them off balance a bit with
   gesture of my gnarled old oak wand, so that they klonked heads as
   they closed in on the spot where I had been.

   "Dare not touch me!" I hissed. "And there's no need to force my
   departure. My distaste for this discussion is sufficient to merit
   my absence from it. May your conversation be as bereft of
   intelligence as your puny conscience, and the minescule lump of
   worthless rock that you call a heart. Good day!" I spun around to
   shove open the dark heavy studded swinging doors to stride out
   the passageway back to the tower.

   The two knights in shining armor followed on my heels. "Better
   disarm him," said one.

   "Right. We'll have the wand," said the other.

   It was my turn to display whimsy. The superstitious imbeciles
   believed that the wand was the source of my power. "Fine," I
   said. "Don't drop it!" I flung it at him so that he almost would.
   But he triumphantly wrapped his thick stubby fingers around it
   and smiled faintly as we strode through the corridors.

   Shortly, the smile began to fade as he walked, and he began to
   look back furtively, the haunted expression of one pursued by
   shadows, flitting darkness that grew blacker and more menacing
   with each moment. Soon he collapsed against the plaster-covered
   stone wall, armor clanked on the flagstones, eyes unseeing, as
   the wand fell with a clatter. "No!" he screamed in terror.

   A noble-lady and her young boy brushed by, and she worriedly
   ushered his curious gaze along out of sight.

   The other knight shouted at me. "Stop it! What are you doing to
   him?" He seized the wand. "Stop it, now!"

   I shrugged. "I didn't do a thing," I said honestly. "He wanted to
   hold the wand. One cannot escape the consequences of facing the
   power of magic with an impure heart."

   "Right. Now keep walking!" he brandished my wand at me
   threateningly.

   "You're just going to leave him there?" I asked, half-smiling.

   "The king ordered me to escort you to the tower. Don't make me do
   anything unpleasant!"

   I shrugged and continued on my way.

   In less than a minute, the second guard was cowering in fear from
   unseen ghosts swooping down from every direction. "No!" Again
   (fortunately sturdy) wand clattered to the ground as the knight
   fell.

   Carefully, I picked it up once more, leaning on it as I stood
   over him. "You fought in the battle against the Clymerians,
   didn't you. Slaughtering innocent unarmed villagers must take its
   toll."

   "But we brought peace and freedom to their land!" he protested,
   still shivering, flinching, eyes blind to the alarmed passersby.

   I clucked, with a trace of genuine sympathy.

   A merchant stepped forward from his storefront. "What should we
   do? What's wrong with him?"

   I could restrain the disgust from my voice no longer. "Oh, don't
   worry. He'll be alright. He may experience some trouble engaging
   further in senseless killing, that's all."

   I left the worried merchant puzzling over the collapsed knight,
   and returned to my lair.
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                                                 to be continued....




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