Not all the Wizards found one another again after their banishment.
In the stone home he created, Brian waits still.
He used to think about leaving to find the others, he used to hike for miles; but slowly he lost faith.
Now he just feels outwards, checking the area for wands each day.
Some days he thinks about removing the magic that keeps him going, of succumbing to old age.
But he knows he cannot, the consequences of magic falling into the wrong arms.
Brian instead continues to wait, like the last dragons once did, for another of his ilk.
In the stone home he created, Brian waits still.
He used to think about leaving to find the others, he used to hike for miles; but slowly he lost faith.
Now he just feels outwards, checking the area for wands each day.
Some days he thinks about removing the magic that keeps him going, of succumbing to old age.
But he knows he cannot, the consequences of magic falling into the wrong arms.
Brian instead continues to wait, like the last dragons once did, for another of his ilk.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
Thanks to Piya Singh for this week’s photo prompt.
