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This is a horrible
idea. I thought to myself as I jerked the wheel angrily and nearly hit a
green Chevrolet.
“Watch out!” my mom
shouted.
“Sorry!” I replied,
my hands trembling. I took a deep breath before putting the car into reverse. A
few moments later the car was parked without further mishaps. Mom and I got out
and surveyed my work. “I really need more practice…” I chuckled. The car was in
the parking spot… horizontally.
“Why are we here
again?” my mom asked, nodding to the newly re-built McDonalds, which was
stationed around the corner and down the road-a-ways from our house.
“We’re meeting a
wizard,” I replied. My mom gave me a look. “I know, I know,” I sighed, “that
sounds strange. But it really isn’t! He’s the wizard from Defenders of the
Realm! You know, the board game I’m making into a story? The wizard won’t tell
me him name…. I have five possibilities – I asked my blog followers which they
liked best, remember? Well, he has decided to come into our world, from the
Realm. He said he’d meet me somewhere to disclose his name…. and the place he
picked was McDonalds!” I explained in one hurried breath.
“Why did he pick
McDonalds?” my mom questioned, holding the door open for me. I shrugged as I
went inside.
“He said he’s never
had fast food before and wanted to try it out…. I didn’t even know Wizards
liked fast food! Especially this wizard… He is so grim and grumpy, he doesn’t
like anything.”
I had only seen a
McDonalds as crowded as this one once, and that was in Times Square, New York
City.
It is lunch time, I suppose. I reasoned
as I unconsciously began to hum the theme from New York, New York.
“Should we wait for
this, er, wizard friend of yours or get in line?” Mom asked me.
“I don’t know…” I
said absentmindedly. My gaze swept the McDonalds, searching for a tall, old
man, with a face as stormy as his dark gray beard. He would have a long staff
with him, sure to draw attention. And if the staff didn’t, the midnight blue
cloak he always wrapped himself in would.
“Come on,” my mom
called. I hurried to join her at the end of a long, long line.
“He’s not here
yet!” I cried is dismay.
“I’m sure he’ll be
here soon,” Mom reassured.
As she spoke a
curious looking female made her way over to us. I recognized her at once and
groaned. “Gwina.”
She held herself
beautifully; erect and imposing. She wore a long dress with slits going up just
past her knees on either side. The dress had puffy sleeves and fitted in a
loose turtleneck under her chin. Her boots were black and looked heavy. Yet as
she stepped towards my mom and I, her feet looked as if they didn’t even touch
the ground.
Elven make. I realized.
In her hand was a
staff, slim, and twirling at the end. She wasn’t wearing a travelling cloak, but
a jacket-like garment which fell to the floor and had no sleeves.
Her face held much
mirth and she was grinning a flashy smile. Her long black hair fell down to her
waist, even though it was tied in a high ponytail.
“Hi.” She grinned
at me. “I suppose I have the pleasure of meeting ‘The Author’?”
“Yes. What are you
doing here?” I asked, glaring back at Gwina. “Did… The Wizard send you?” I
still didn’t know his name.
“The Wizard-“ Gwina
had to stop talking as she burst into a fit of laughter. Her laugh was booming,
commanding the attention of everyone. Heads turned towards us and my face went
red with embarrassment. “No, no,” Gwina said when she finally stopped laughing
and grew very serious, a trait of hers I would have to remember. “’The Wizard’
did not send me. I’m afraid I brought you here under false pretenses. You see-“
she laughed again – “I wanted to try this thing called ‘fast food’ so much that
I shifted into ‘The Wizard’ and asked you to meet him here!” Gwina looked quite
pleased with herself and I groaned again as I remembered her special skill:
shape-shifting.
By this time we had
reached the front of the line.
“I’ll take a number
5 please,” I ordered, momentarily ignoring the wizard from another world who
stood next to me.
“Angus snack wrap,”
said my mom. “What do you want Gwina? We’ll pay,” she added generously.
Gwina was staring
open-mouthed at the selection board. “I’ve never even heard of some of these
foods!” she gasped.
“She’ll take a
number 5 too,” I said.
In less than five
minutes our food was ready. We took our things to the only empty table in the
place and sat down.
“How do you like
your food?” I asked Gwina.
She sat chewing
slowly, as if pondering the food. “Very interesting,” she said at last. I tried
asking Gwina some more questions, about the Realm and the other Heroes – I
needed more background information - but she wouldn’t answer. We finished our
meal in silence.
When Gwina swallowed
her last bite and shoved her garbage into the middle of the table, she turned
and looked me straight in the eyes. “I didn’t bring you here just to eat your
peculiar food. I came to tell you nothing. I know ‘The Wizard’s’ name and I’m
prepared to tell you. He’ll kill me if he finds out, though!” her eyes widened,
but I could see mirth sparkling in their depths.
“I won’t tell,” I
said.
Gwina leaned back
in her chair. “His name is-“
At that moment a
flash of light erupted near the cash register. People screamed. A booming voice
called out: “GWINA!”
“Uh-oh…” Gwina
said. “He’s found me!” Sure enough, he had.
The most powerful
wizard since Amarak the Great was standing in McDonalds. My face hit my palm.
How was I going to explain this one??
“Gwina!” The Wizard
walked towards us, his cloak flapping out behind him, his staff tapping
ominously on the floor.
Gwina stood up and
faced The Wizard, her staff held high. She was nearly as tall as him and just
as imposing. “What do you want?” she asked.
“You know you are
not allowed to leave the Realm!” The Wizard boomed. Everyone was watching. Most
had their phones out and were recording. Silly them. They would find, as soon
as they replayed the scene that Gwina and The Wizard weren’t really there. Technology
of our world wasn’t able to record figments of my imagination. I knew because I
had tried before.
“I’m allowed to
leave the Realm!” Gwina replied haughtily. “You can’t tell me what I can and
cannot do. Besides, we’ve had to leave the Realm before...” Gwina didn’t finish
her thought and instead nodded in my direction. “Author, we can’t disclose too
much information.”
“Ah, yes.” For a
moment The Wizard’s furrowed brow unfolded itself as he gazed on me. Then it
wrinkled back into its ever present look of grim worry. “Gwina, you know what I
mean. You cannot leave the Realm and come… to this place; the Author’s
place.”
“I already did. And
so did you, making you a hypocrite.”
“I am no
hypocrite!” boomed The Wizard.
“No, you’re just a
grim old wizard!” Gwina said. “All the Author wanted was to know your name! You
would not tell her so I decided-“
“You decided to
take matters into your own hands, like you always do,” finished The Wizard.
“Yes!”
“Well, I’m here to
undo this. You are coming back to the Realm with me!” The Wizard glared at
Gwina.
“No! You can’t make
me!”
“Yes I can!”
“Try and you’ll be
sorry!”
“Fine!” The Wizard
lifted his staff and said something in the Spell Language. Before he could
finish Gwina lifted her own staff and countered his spell. They stood there,
casting and countering for a few minutes, people watching, all agape, until I
decided that, as author, I should intervene.
“Guys, stop it,” I
said, getting between them. The two Wizards stared at me for a moment and then
lowered their staffs. “Gwina, I want you to go home with… The Wizard,” I said.
Gwina gasped at my betrayal. I lifted my hands, “Not yet, you don’t have to go
yet.” She sighed in relief. “Gwina, will you go with The Wizard and promise to
be nicer to him if he gives me his name?”
“Yes,” Gwina said
with a decided nod.
“Wizard, do you
agree to this bargain? Gwina will try not to bother you as much if you give me
your name.”
The Wizard stared
at me for a full minute and a half before nodded slightly, giving in.
“Good.” I smiled.
“Name please?” I looked at the old, grim, weather-beaten face, so full of the
misery of past battles and the foreshadowing of one’s yet to come.
“Isengrim.”
“What?” He had said
it so quietly, I nearly didn’t hear.
“You heard me; I am
not going to say it again.” Isengrim, The Wizard, grunted.
He touched his
staff to the ground, murmured something and disappeared in a flash, just as he
had come. Gwina smiled broadly at me before doing the same. Then they were
gone.
I smiled like the
mad author I was. Isengrim. MWAHAHAHA.
Not my best work. But I figured out the wizard's name! Isengrim just seemed to fit... I think I knew that the moment I wrote that name in my list of possible names. It will just give Gwina reason to annoy him. Hee hee.
Live long and prosper!
If your novel/story is half as creative as this introduction to a simple wizard's name… I can't hardly wait to read the book!!!
ReplyDeleteAbbey, you are such a descriptive writer. You describe things many of us wouldn't even see, like what people are wearing etc. GOOD. from Grama
ReplyDeleteLove it!!!! I like both of them...even if he is grumpy. I cannot wait to get to know them more!
ReplyDeleteOoh! Intriguing! Thanks for participating and I love how you used this to reveal your character's name!
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