Drabble: How the Wizards were Created
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kippurbirdThe king hated coming to the dragon caves. Here the beasts sat in their splendor in their true form, siewny necks looking down at him. The great council was held in a large cavern with rock formations and pools of water that glisten in purples and blues. The Old One sat on a ledge high enough that the king had to look up to them. He knew that the dragons did it on purpose. But there was nothing to do, they needed the dragons if they were to survive.
"The champions aren't working. They just aren't enough," The king declared without preamble. He held his head high as he looked at the dragon.
"We cannot make more," the Old One growled out, his eyes a molten orange, "The effort that it takes... it is debilitating to the War effort."
"There must be something else. The humans are there... a resource to be taken. If only they were more useful." The king began to pace, teeth grinding. "Throwing them at the enemy does no good, they have no way to harm it. The few witches that are out there can't do enough damage."
There was a hissing noise as one of the other dragons in the cavern said something. It wasn't in the usual dragonic, that the King could understand, but a more repltilian and earthy language. The Old One replied back before turning his head to the king.
"There may be a way... a way to alter these witches."
"In what way?" The king asked, stoping his pacing.
The Old One stretched his wings before answering, they were tattered and scared. The king doubted that he could fly well anymore. "We alter the witches, give them the ability to use the elements. It would require chaning the spark, something that your people would have to do."
The king looked mildly disgusted, "Change them... perhaps..." War created interesting bed-fellows. "Perhaps, if we are to survive we need to."
"The champions aren't working. They just aren't enough," The king declared without preamble. He held his head high as he looked at the dragon.
"We cannot make more," the Old One growled out, his eyes a molten orange, "The effort that it takes... it is debilitating to the War effort."
"There must be something else. The humans are there... a resource to be taken. If only they were more useful." The king began to pace, teeth grinding. "Throwing them at the enemy does no good, they have no way to harm it. The few witches that are out there can't do enough damage."
There was a hissing noise as one of the other dragons in the cavern said something. It wasn't in the usual dragonic, that the King could understand, but a more repltilian and earthy language. The Old One replied back before turning his head to the king.
"There may be a way... a way to alter these witches."
"In what way?" The king asked, stoping his pacing.
The Old One stretched his wings before answering, they were tattered and scared. The king doubted that he could fly well anymore. "We alter the witches, give them the ability to use the elements. It would require chaning the spark, something that your people would have to do."
The king looked mildly disgusted, "Change them... perhaps..." War created interesting bed-fellows. "Perhaps, if we are to survive we need to."
