The Wizard

Chapter 11 part 1

"Something is only impossible until someone doubts and decides to prove otherwise."

Albert Einstein.

The young wizard was sitting, leaning against the tree when the bird appeared in a dive, so violent that it only stopped the dive at the last second and landed.

"Wow, dude, do you intend to be a kamikaze?"

"Igor, there is a huge army coming in this direction about two days' walk away. Right now, they are setting up camp, maybe to spend the night, but they are too much for these people to face" said the bird that patrolled the surroundings. "There is no other city nearby for them to attack, so the target can only be the village where we are. I think your assumption of having come to the past is very correct."

"So they come with the intention of attacking such an innocent and peaceful village!" he thought aloud. "I'll warn these people, but I think that, except for Ailin, the rest don't like me very much."

Igor got up and Gwydion flew to his shoulder, quiet. He went to the center of the village and only then did he pay attention to it. The region was formed by a huge circular square, which had a large oak tree in the middle and well-kept gardens around. There were tables scattered all over it because it was where the Gauls fraternized. Then, a circular street bordered the square and the most important huts were located there. Next, several perpendicular streets, more precisely radial, led to the citizens' houses and, on the outskirts, the river passed. The village had no type of wall or fortification and an attack by well-prepared soldiers would be a massacre. He knew that Ailin had gone in that direction, but had no idea where.

He stopped in the central square and looked around. Several people passed by, but nothing of the girl. He called a boy and asked:

"Hello, I need to find Ailin, the chief's daughter, very urgently," he asked. "Do you know where she is?"

"In the chief's hut, with the sub-chief" he pointed to a hut right in front of him.

"Thank you" he smiled and started walking there.

As the door was open, Igor went in, but, when he approached, he heard a discussion and it was Ailin's voice somewhat altered. He stood still, waiting and listening.

"I've said a thousand times that I don't want you, Marlon," she claimed, very irritated. "I don't want to have to repeat my warning again. The next time you treat me like that, I'll kill you and I don't care about your condition as sub-chief."

"You're saying that because you fell in love with the warlock, aren't you?"

"To begin with, Marlon, I did fall in love and you have nothing to do with it," she retorted, without denying. "And then he is a good druid and not a warlock."

"I'm going to kill him," he said spitefully. "Warlocks have to be killed. Just let him be careless and you'll see."

"You're nothing but a coward, Marlon." She laughed. "If he were a warlock we would all be dead, such is his power—"

"You will all be dead in two days," Igor said, entering the hut, "unless you know how to fight an invading army. How ugly, Marlon, to attack a man by treachery!"

"Why did you say that, Igor?" Ailin asked.

"Gwydion saw a very large army coming here. They are about two days' journey away."

"And who is Gwydion?" Marlon asked, annoyed at being caught.

"The bird," he answered, pointing to the dragon with his finger.