A Wizard’s Tale and Other Stories

Kedron Once upon a time there was a young man named Kedron. His parents had apprenticed him to a wizard when he was very young, and he had studied and practiced diligently in order to master his craft. His teacher, Grimdon, took him before the council of wizards once his training was completed, where Kedron endured several days of grueling tests before the council was satisfied. Upon completion of the testing, Kedron was given a brooch shaped like a griffin, signifying his mastery of wizardry. Grimdon smiled warmly at his ex-pupil. “You have done very well, Kedron, and I’m proud of you.” “Thank you, sir,” Kedron replied, humbled by Grimdon’s words of praise. “You’re welcome,” Grimdon replied, placing his hand on Kedron’s shoulder. “Remember, Kedron, there is a time to use magic and there are times when other means are more appropriate. Come, we’ll share one last meal, and then we must part. I have other work to do now, and you must find your own place in the world.” Kedron only nodded, unsure of what to say and uncertain about where he would go and what he would do. They ate quietly, and then Kedron packed his few belongings and some food. He reluctantly left the only home he had known for several years, knowing that it would be useless to argue with Grimdon. Kedron traveled for several days, eventually reaching the outer villages of the kingdom of Alabar. He sought shelter for the night on a few occasions, but received such a cold reception that he avoided further contact with any villagers or townspeople. He intended to continue on to the next kingdom, but once he reached the capital city of Alabar, it began to storm, making it impossible for him to continue his travels. Muttering under his breath, Kedron made his way to a nearby inn. All conversation died down as he entered, and the innkeeper looked at him sourly. “Good evening,” Kedron said pleasantly. Ï’d like a meal and a room, please.” “Wizards aren’t welcome here,” the innkeeper replied, scowling at him. “Get out!” “Ye’ll not be turning him out on a night like this,” a woman interrupted as she entered room. “Wizard or not, he stays here tonight.” She beckoned to Kedron. “Follow me, please.” He followed her down a dark hallway to the kitchen. “Sit by the fire and get dry,” she said, jerking her chin in the direction of the fireplace. “I’ll find you some food.” “Thank you, mistress,” Kedron said gratefully, seating himself by the fire. “You must pardon my husband,” the woman continued, setting a plate of food in front of Kedron. “Ever since the trouble began, we’ve all been worried.” “What trouble?” Kedron inquired, looking at her curiously. Mabel sighed and seated herself across from Kedron. “I’m not sure I should tell you anything,” she began, lowering her voice and glancing at the doorway cautiously. “Several months ago, a wizard named Phelar came and demanded the princess’ hand in marriage. The king and queen refused, even though Phelar threatened the entire kingdom with pain and destruction. The princess disappeared shortly after he left, and since then, the crops have been failing and people are finding little joy in their lives these days.” “I can understand why I’m not welcome,” Kedron commented. “Ah well, one can see that you’re not evil,” Mabel muttered. Kedron frowned thoughtfully, every instinct warning him not to get involved. He absently fingered his brooch and sighed. “I had planned to seek employment elsewhere,” he said slowly, “but I think I will offer my services to the king. Perhaps I can rescue the princess and lift Phelar’s curse. Is it possible that the king will listen to me?” “It’s unlikely,” Mabel responded. “Do you think you could help?” “It’s possible,” Kedron answered, a faraway look in his eyes. “It’s possible.” Mabel suddenly rose to her feet. “You’d best finish eating now, and then I’ll show you to your room.” She quickly left the room before Kedron could reply. He slowly finished his meal, and when Mabel returned, he thanked her again as she led him to a small room. She brushed his thanks aside, whereupon he pressed some coins into her hand. “Payment to placate your husband,” he said with a smile, and Mabel could not refuse. Kedron rose early the next morning and made his way to the kitchen. Mabel silently gave him some breakfast while her husband sat scowling at Kedron. Kedron ate quickly, thanked them both, and left, glad to see that the rain had stopped, though he had to pick his way with care because of the mud and puddles. Kedron made his way to the palace, determined to see the king. The sentries barred the way. “No wizards allowed,” one of them barked out. “Move on.” “Very well,” Kedron calmly replied. “I came to offer my help, but since I’m not wanted, I’ll go elsewhere.” He turned to leave and was nearly out of the palace grounds when one of the sentries yelled after him. “You there, stop!” Kedron halted and turned. One of the sentries hurried up to him, out of breath. “Our orders were to refuse admittance to all wizards. Surely you understand that?” he puffed. ‘Then how does his majesty expect to recover the princess and lift the wizard’s curse from his lands?” Kedron demanded. “He has sent the bravest knights in the kingdom,” the sentry replied, feeling duty bound to defend the king’s actions. Kedron scornfully curled his lip. “Knights will never succeed against a wizard as powerful as Phelar. It is like sending mice to battle a cat. How many knights have returned?” “None,” the sentry replied, uncomfortable under Kedron’s scrutiny. “You see my point then.” Kedron dismissed the sentry with a wave of his hand. “It will take another wizard to stop Phelar, and I am willing to try, unless his majesty refuses my offer.” “I’ll take you in,” the sentry said quickly, “but I am not responsible for anything after that.” “Of course not,” Kedron agreed with a shrug. He followed the sentry back to the front door of the palace, which the other sentry swung open for them. The sentry led him to another door. “The king’s in there,” he whispered, though no one was around to overhear. “Good luck.” He scuttled back out to his post, not daring to stay for what was sure to be an unpleasant encounter. Kedron took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before pushing the door open. Irritated by the intrusion, King Jasper looked up. “How dare you come in here?” he roared, growing even angrier when he realized that Kedron was a wizard. “No wizards allowed. GET OUT!”