One little Thing (Short Prelude?)

[M. Brandsdal]

My first post at this forum. It's a very short prelude I would say. Kinda ends with lots of questions unanswerd. Still, I hope some would enjoy. Before you ready on, please excuce all of my typos and errors. When that's said; I hope some of you would enjoy my work, and when done; please give me some feedback, this is actually my first story ever exept some schoolworks so don't be to critical reviewing..



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One little thing

The wizard could still not understand what he had done wrong. In over twelve years he had prepared this summoning, and now he was not at ease knowing that somewhere along the path of studying he had made a critical error. An error he shouldn’t have made. Now he was forced to start all over again, all the way from the beginning. “From what plane was it again”, the wizard whispered to him self. He did not know, still after twelve long years, he could not remember from what world the demon would be summoned. “There must be written somewhere,” he roared swapping trough notes and books, though there was no hope for Elindel Infal. He too, as well as any other experienced wizard as him knew, that this evil being, Morrak, from the ancient world not known to this, had left no traces of himself, except tales, riddles and some valuable information Morrak’s former master had possessed, which now was safely inside Elindel’s grip. Information long since forgotten, sold and given away as if it just where stories the townsfolk would tell there child’s as bedtime stories. Elindels hosted most information, if not all, ever known to any man, elf or dwarf within he’s reach. But still, he had made an error, and now he was stuck. Ancient notes were laying all about his desk, oldest in the whole realm, a fact that made the situation for Elindel even more frustrating. Elindel was exhausted, though he had to continue his work of summoning Morrak to the mortal planes. The demon would be forced to answer Elindel’s call if just the spell, and the content of it used to summon where right. Elindel shocked his head, as if it would help him remember something, though he was a wise man, and he knew that no shocking any heads would help him with this task. He walked slowly over to his pile of notes and books, tons of information, which he had used studying for this particular moment. But he hadn’t been to wise rushing trough every written word. One of his mistakes where not being able to control his lust for power, and hasting trough at the same time as gathering information it all would be a bit to much to handle, even for a might wizard as Elindel. Even with help from his shadow, Meddasanzaer a familiar, he had overseen something. Still, the answer would be right under his fingertips. The room gloomed from the candles that were placed randomly from the entrance hall towards the window some yards to the south. It was a room formed as a square, with some small cubicles at both sides of the entrance hall. In total, all a secret study room which where located in the arcane of Termilande, a human city far to the north, in the realms of Dalian. The light of the moon floated from the open window and a fresh cool breeze was streaming inside filling the room with freash oxygen, but still there were a tense atmosphere within the area, like if there was magic in the air. Elindel was aware of this, a fact that made him certain that he at least had done something right, but for all he knew, just that one little detail left overseen. “One little thing” he whispered walking over to the window. There was a pause halfway; he froze, like if he was remembering something, though he didn’t advance. He took at deep breath, “you old fool, think!” he cried, but still his mind where blank. It was late, though he didn’t wish to sleep. As maybe the only living human within the whole realm, Elindel wasn’t very fond of the deep trance called sleep and he felt he didn’t acquire anything else but confusion and a terrible daze the next morning, waking up. Resting wide awake on a soft comfy bed, just glancing at the sky trough his bedroom window made his mind a lot more clear then sleeping, though at this moment his heart were pounding to fast for him to rest in any ways. He could still feel the magic swirling about him and if he could just clear up in that, which hopefully for Elindel was only one mistake, he could rule this region of the realm within this year. He glanced evilly looking out the main hall window spotting some townsfolk heading home from a late night in the local tavern. “You puny little peasants and innkeepers, tough dumb fighters and emotional women. You all shall all be my slaves, young and old, and I shall never heed any attention to any business then my own”. The wizard now enjoyed himself, dreaming of his evil acts to come, if just he could sort this problem out, this one little thing. “Pity”, he then whispered.


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