The Forgotten Wizard

A Little Demenstration

He looked surprised, "How on Earth can you read that?"

"What do you mean, it says it right here," I said and gestured to the writing.

"No, that is written in the ancient tongue of the dragons. Few know of its existence, and even less know how to read it. You are an untrained wizard, and you already know this?" He said.

"I guess, but it looks to be clearly written," I said.

He mumbled, "This just confirms my suspicions." In his regular volume, he asked, "Where are you from?"

"I am from Earth," I said, not thinking that it mattered at all.

"Ok, I know for sure that you are the right guy for the job, don't question it, but I do," He said. I was about to say something, when the book went back to pocket size. "We will work with that book later, you can read the spells, but they will drain you. Magic in moderation to help you to get used to using large amounts on magic. If we over extend your magic now, then you are put at risk of possible dying." I wasn't truly listening to most of his talk, but I acted like I was. Occasionally nodding my head or agreeing with him. He seemed to think that I understood what he was saying. "Let's start with a simple spell," Tibula said.

"I know a couple," I said.

"And what would they be?" he asked.

"I know how to start and stop a fire," I said.

"Let me see," he said as he turned a nearby chair into a pile of firewood.

I looked directly at it, picturing it on fire, thinking about the warmth of the sun and said, "Phlaygo." The pile immediately burst into a raging fire.

"That is impressive, but that is no magic I know, who taught it to you?" Tibula asked.

I took a deep breath, not wanting to relive any grief I felt from being apart from my group. "Simon the dwarf taught me that," I said.

"Oh, it's dwarvish. A tricky language to understand, but interesting nonetheless," Tibula said, "You said you could put it out as well?"

"Yes, I can, want me to?" I asked.

"That would be great," he said.

I looked at the raging fire and pictured it as the pile of wood it use to be. I saw it as a cold pile of wood and said, "Ougalph." The pile immediately went to a pile of wood that was transformed into a chair, once again.I thought it was so cool.