Wilzorf’s first words to him were mind-boggling, to say the least.
‘What do you mean, “returned”?’ asked Josh.
‘Come, my lord. Come sit with me.’
Wilzorf led Josh over to a large flat stone that sat beside the water’s edge. There was a silent moment. It was as if the wizard had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was finally here, he needed just one more moment to prepare himself.
Then, he began to give all the answers that Bortwig had said he would, before the questions were even asked.
‘Your destiny,’ began Wilzorf, ‘has returned you to Habilon.’
‘I was here before?’ asked Josh. ‘But, I thought my destiny was to find the general!’
Wilzorf shook his head with sadness.
‘My good friend, General Pennington, has played a part in your being here, but he is not the reason for your journey.’
Wilzorf could see worry filling Josh’s eyes. This is not whatthe boy had expected to hear. It was as if he was now lost in his journey.
Wilzorf took Josh’s hand.
‘Are you ready to know your destiny?’
Josh nodded. ‘Yes, Wilzorf!’ he said assertively.
‘Twelve years ago, Habilon was ruled by King Borlamon and Queen Trila. And before Borlamon, his father, King Theldor. The king always ruled with his wizard by his side. It was tradition.
‘Sygrim was Theldor’s wizard. There was a magical bond between king and wizard, symbolised by the magical orb and the king’s sword. The King of Habilon entrusted the powers and magic of the orb to his wizard and the wizard would always use its powers for good and good only. This was always the way, until one day …’ Wilzorf’s head dropped a little.
Josh’s eyes fixed on Wilzorf’s lips. He hung onto every word the wizard spoke.
Wilzorf continued, ‘It was decided that Sygrim would take an apprentice since he became ill. But two, not one, had gained Sygrim’s interest. I was one and my brother, Krudon, was the other. For many years Sygrim taught us well and Theldor commended our talents for magic.
‘One day, Krudon changed the tradition of Habilon forever . Sygrim had become suspicious of Krudon. His trustin him lessened until finally his fears were realised. Krudon was planning to use the orb for evil instead of good. When Sygrim approached Krudon about it, my brother killed our frail master and fled.’
‘Did he take the orb?’ Josh interrupted the wizard.
Wilzorf shook his head.
‘Krudon knew that the powers of the orb could only be wielded by a wizard who had the king’s blessing. Theldor would have driven his sword through Krudon’s black heart. So, Krudon fled, knowing deep inside his twisted, evil mind that in time there would be a way to get what he wanted. As the years went by, Theldor ruled without a wizard by his side and the magic of the orb grew dormant.’
‘Why?’ asked Josh. ‘Why did he not trust you? It’s not your fault that your brother was evil.’
‘Thank you, my lord,’ smiled the wizard. ‘But I cannot question the king’s good judgement and he felt that as I was of the same blood line as Krudon, he could not place his trust in me.’
Josh felt a little sorry for Wilzorf as the wizard continued his story.
‘Theldor died and was replaced by his heir, Borlamon,’ said Wilzorf. ‘Borlamon, like his father, was a good king and we became good friends. He promised his dying father that he would not break his wishes and would not return a wizard tohis side. Theldor had lost all trust in the wizard’s powers with the orb, as he grew paranoid with old age.’
‘What happened to Krudon?’
Wilzorf’s eyes filled with contempt.
‘Krudon hid in exile, practising his evil sorcery until he became more powerful and evil than Sygrim would ever had imagined. He built up alliances with other evils of Habilon, and when he felt the time was right, he attacked the Kingdom of Habilon with merciless fury. Many perished, young and old, and even though the powers of the orb could still be called
‘What do you mean, “returned”?’ asked Josh.
‘Come, my lord. Come sit with me.’
Wilzorf led Josh over to a large flat stone that sat beside the water’s edge. There was a silent moment. It was as if the wizard had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was finally here, he needed just one more moment to prepare himself.
Then, he began to give all the answers that Bortwig had said he would, before the questions were even asked.
‘Your destiny,’ began Wilzorf, ‘has returned you to Habilon.’
‘I was here before?’ asked Josh. ‘But, I thought my destiny was to find the general!’
Wilzorf shook his head with sadness.
‘My good friend, General Pennington, has played a part in your being here, but he is not the reason for your journey.’
Wilzorf could see worry filling Josh’s eyes. This is not whatthe boy had expected to hear. It was as if he was now lost in his journey.
Wilzorf took Josh’s hand.
‘Are you ready to know your destiny?’
Josh nodded. ‘Yes, Wilzorf!’ he said assertively.
‘Twelve years ago, Habilon was ruled by King Borlamon and Queen Trila. And before Borlamon, his father, King Theldor. The king always ruled with his wizard by his side. It was tradition.
‘Sygrim was Theldor’s wizard. There was a magical bond between king and wizard, symbolised by the magical orb and the king’s sword. The King of Habilon entrusted the powers and magic of the orb to his wizard and the wizard would always use its powers for good and good only. This was always the way, until one day …’ Wilzorf’s head dropped a little.
Josh’s eyes fixed on Wilzorf’s lips. He hung onto every word the wizard spoke.
Wilzorf continued, ‘It was decided that Sygrim would take an apprentice since he became ill. But two, not one, had gained Sygrim’s interest. I was one and my brother, Krudon, was the other. For many years Sygrim taught us well and Theldor commended our talents for magic.
‘One day, Krudon changed the tradition of Habilon forever . Sygrim had become suspicious of Krudon. His trustin him lessened until finally his fears were realised. Krudon was planning to use the orb for evil instead of good. When Sygrim approached Krudon about it, my brother killed our frail master and fled.’
‘Did he take the orb?’ Josh interrupted the wizard.
Wilzorf shook his head.
‘Krudon knew that the powers of the orb could only be wielded by a wizard who had the king’s blessing. Theldor would have driven his sword through Krudon’s black heart. So, Krudon fled, knowing deep inside his twisted, evil mind that in time there would be a way to get what he wanted. As the years went by, Theldor ruled without a wizard by his side and the magic of the orb grew dormant.’
‘Why?’ asked Josh. ‘Why did he not trust you? It’s not your fault that your brother was evil.’
‘Thank you, my lord,’ smiled the wizard. ‘But I cannot question the king’s good judgement and he felt that as I was of the same blood line as Krudon, he could not place his trust in me.’
Josh felt a little sorry for Wilzorf as the wizard continued his story.
‘Theldor died and was replaced by his heir, Borlamon,’ said Wilzorf. ‘Borlamon, like his father, was a good king and we became good friends. He promised his dying father that he would not break his wishes and would not return a wizard tohis side. Theldor had lost all trust in the wizard’s powers with the orb, as he grew paranoid with old age.’
‘What happened to Krudon?’
Wilzorf’s eyes filled with contempt.
‘Krudon hid in exile, practising his evil sorcery until he became more powerful and evil than Sygrim would ever had imagined. He built up alliances with other evils of Habilon, and when he felt the time was right, he attacked the Kingdom of Habilon with merciless fury. Many perished, young and old, and even though the powers of the orb could still be called
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