Magic by Forgotten Realms

Author:Forgotten Realms [Realms, Forgotten]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T15:29:23.672000+00:00

confusion. Wiglaf turned at the sound, his arms s till extended, but the flame remained, pouring in an arc toward the other dogs. The area was lit as brightly as if it were noon. The lead dog was already darting away, tail between its legs, and the others did not hesitate to follow. In a few seconds, they were gone. Wiglaf curled his fingers into fists, and the flame stopped* instantaneously. It was dead quiet, except for the whining of the dog pack receding in the distance. He looked stupidly at his hands. He felt heat on his cheeks. Transfixed, Sasha dropped her sword and panted at the others. "By a gullyful of goblins! Did you see that? He bloody did it!" Tuka whirled to face Wiglaf. "My lord! I had no idea!" But Wiglaf didn't hear. He slumped to the ground like an emptied sack. His hands had been hot, but he was out cold. A while later, back in the Ale & Hearty, most of the regular patrons were wide- eyed over Wiglaf s story-which was becoming more and more colorful with each tankard that members of his star- struck audience provided. "This lad has a definite talent," boasted Tuka. "Dogs. Snarling. RrrrrOW OW OW," barked Wiglaf, and took another sip. By now Wiglaf was the toast of most, but still there were dissidents. "I don't know much about magic," growled a customer, "but I do know this: no young whelp shows up out of nowh ere and starts mumbo-jumboing like an almighty sage. Impossible." A few emboldened others clanked their agreement on the tabletop. "He's a natural," said Tuka. "Innate ability." "Show us, then." "Whatever it is, I got it," said Wiglaf. "Step aside." He tried to stand but failed, and sat back down hard. "He's in no shape to cast spells right now, good people," Tuka said. "He has just had an exhausting experience, the likes of which would fell an ordinary man, and he deserves a chance to rest. But hear me. You shall have your proof. Tomorrow, you will judge this amazing spellcaster for yourself. Because the mighty Wiglaf is going to favor us all with a demonstration of his power, before your very eyes, tomorrow at sunrise. Right, Wiglaf?" "Sure," giggled the new center of attention. "Just one thing," Tuka went on. "If you want a demonstration, you'll have to pay." "Magic is serious. Magicians aren't entertainers," said one Ale & Hearty regular. "This one is unique," said Tuka. "One gold piece per cus - tomer. Tickets go on sale as soon as we can make them." The dawn came misty and gray, but Tuka had managed to gather more than a hundred villagers in a glade near the town, and Sasha had dutifully collected the admission fee from each without once having to touch her weapon. The business had gone so well because even though there were skeptics in the crowd, nobody wanted to be the one to miss the big show and have to hear of it secondhand if he was wrong.

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