There were five wizards in all, circled around a large, flat stone, and each wore a different colored cloak. The eldest wore red- its hood framed his old, wrinkled face and long white beard- and he was the only one who stood, while all the others knelt as the soft boughs of the willow trees brushed against them.
The eldest spoke, his voice loud and bellowing as he addressed the others, telling them of the wars of the kings, and the challenges the villages now faced.
He told them of the front where the kings would fight their battles, a cursed forest caught between their borders, and he warned his companions to not approach it, or else to forfeit their lives.
The meeting of the five wizards concluded with the announcement, and from eldest to youngest, they rose from the ground.
The gray man stood last, with assistance from the man in the white cloak, who whispered a secret before departing, earning the gray man's gaze as he disappeared into the thicket.
With the seed of a thought nestled in his mind, the gray man mapped the world in his head, before he too departed, heading south.
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Experimental Writing
Short StoryA series of experiments, exercises, and possibly some character prototypes.
