To Make A Champion

The night was dark and the wind was howling and the world itself was still. Silent for once. As if it were leaning in, curious. Waiting.

For me.

I would not be beat.

I refused.

Through the dark, I saw him coming with the wheel barrel. Pushing past the rocks in the hill, the bumps, the dead grass. Pushing past the graves and oaks that held hollow to these stones.

He pushed forward. Up the hill.

Him.

He was the key to all this. He didn’t know it yet, but he was. He was the one who would bring the victory. The cornerstone in my plan. The one who was going to cement my path. Take down my foes. He didn’t know it yet, but—

He was going to be my champion.

I will not be beat. Continue reading “To Make A Champion”

When the Warlock Wakes

I knew a genius once. He was my mentor, actually. Taught me, first in high school. Then, once again, when I entered college. And then, again, when I went for my master’s degree. And my doctorate. And again, afterward.

When I became his assistant.

He taught me a lot. A whole awful lot. About tons of things. Theories and science and things you could see.

And things you couldn’t see.

The man I knew was a genius. An absolute genius. It wasn’t his mind that made him that way, or his IQ. No.

It was his determination. His willingness to explore. To find. Discover. He always saw himself as a pioneer. An explorer. Someone who wasn’t afraid of the turning seas. Of never reaching land again.

Because to him, it didn’t matter.

If he could find the unknown, delve into lands unseen…

If he got his answers, then it didn’t matter.

Nothing did.

I’ve only just recently come to that conclusion. That understanding. The man I knew was a genius, yes.

But at what cost? Continue reading “When the Warlock Wakes”

What’s In A Hero’s Path

“I don’t understand why you’re following me.”

“You don’t have to be so grumpy about it.”

“Of course I do. If I’m not grumpy about it, you’ll think it’s okay to tag along, and it’s not.”

“And why not, huh? It isn’t like I’m going to slay the dragon for you or anything. I’m just tagging along for funzies.”

“For ‘funzies’?” She scoffed, and then followed up to really, truly, call him on his bluff. “What crap. Why are you actually following me? What’s your motive?”

The young man who wasn’t actually so young, and not so much human as he was man, stopped in his tracks, mirroring the woman.

And he smiled.

Lips sealed tight for a moment, he smiled. His eyes squinting automatically.

“I suppose you’ll have to wait and find out.”

And with that, they were off again. Though not by the woman’s choice. Not this time.

He took the lead, heading down the road she picked.

Ready to face the dragon. Continue reading “What’s In A Hero’s Path”

The Ocean’s Precious Pearls

When he rose up from the water, I wasn’t sure what to think.

The ocean man…

He was nearly naked.

Not a man, and not a fish. Not drowning, and yet not enjoying the land-breathing. He was a strange thing, rising out of a wave as if it were pushing him up.

Very strange.

That’s what I settled on thinking.

And, I wasn’t wrong. He was quite strange. Still is. But, that didn’t mean I didn’t like him.

In fact, I liked him quite a lot.

Quite. Continue reading “The Ocean’s Precious Pearls”

To Be Trifled With

Warlocks were not to be trifled with.

That’s how the saying goes. How it’s been for thousands of years, despite no one really using the word “trifled” anymore.

Because there really wasn’t any other way to put it.

Warlocks were not to be trifled with.

How stupid do you have to be to ignore a thousand-year-old saying?

Pretty stupid, I think.

So, I don’t know what that makes me. But, it probably isn’t good. Continue reading “To Be Trifled With”