A Wizard's Tears Read Online Free

the three moons covered all in a wash of majestic beauty. Humming to herself, she walked through the field, laughing at the faeries that scattered before her like dandelion seeds. They flew around her, buzzing in euphoria. They always appeared so happy. She smiled at them, enveloping herself in their magick.
It coursed through her body. She held her arms aloft, as if to touch one of the moons in her outstretched hands. The magick of the land rose with her, filling her with strength and warmth. She would cast a spell, she thought, one for Keldoran. A seeing spell that looked towards his future, and blessed it.
That night, Keldoran slept very soundly indeed.
3. Youthful Dream
    The weeks drifted by at their usual pace, although to Keldoran it seemed that each day was getting longer and longer. He became impatient, counting down the hours, mentally crossing them off in his mind. Finally, after what appeared to be an age for Keldoran, the day he had been waiting for arrived.
    A mage was coming to the village to find apprentices. Leaping out of bed, Keldoran’s heart raced. At long last he was leaving the farm; going on the adventure of his life. He was bored here. Although he quite often enjoyed the physical labour, the idyllic nature of the countryside, something inside of him wanted to fly – to see more of the world and become one with its magicks. Elrohen was calling to him, opening its vast lands and oceans to him. It was his time.
That morning, there was an uncomfortable silence around the breakfast table. His mother had talked to his father, who, as the weeks went by, grudgingly began to accept that his little boy was becoming a man, and as such, had his own mind to do whatever he chose. Now the day had come, he frowned across the table at his son, not sure what to say. Part of him had not wanted his son to leave, yet part of him could accept his son’s wishes and admire those youthful dreams that were his to make true.
Breakfast was eaten. Dishes were cleaned and dried. Keldoran’s mother embraced her son fondly, kissing him on the cheek. “Blessed be, Keldoran,” she said simply.
Keldoran rose from the table, and returned his mother’s embrace. “I’ll return one day, Mother. As a mage, and with the wisdom mages possess.”
His mother grinned, and winked at him.
Keldoran walked around the table to his father, who had not said a word. Offering his hand, Keldoran waited for his father to shake it goodbye. Surprised was an understatement, when his father stood and engulfed him in a fierce bear like hug.
“I shall miss you, son,” he said. “Not just for your hard work in the farm, but as a companion. We had many good conversations. I know I wanted you to be a farmer, to follow in your family’s traditions, but I see now how silly that is. You have a strange force about you, Keldoran, as if there is something, some entity, calling to you. I may not understand it, part of me gets damn right angry about it, but I know that through it you will bring about some great event. I just know it. You are strong willed indeed. You have my blessing.”
Keldoran hugged his father gratefully. “Thank you,” was all he could think of to say; it seemed to be enough right now.
Behind the two of them, his mother grinned impishly. She nodded her head knowingly.
    Before he left for the centre of the village, Keldoran took one last walk around the farm, his home for all his life. It was a beautiful day, the sun high in the sky, showering him with warmth. He walked around the house, smiling to himself. As exciting as today was, there was also a sad part. There was an ending, today. His home, his whole life, would be changed. This stone house was a part of him; he knew every crack and nook. The air, the familiar scent of his mother’s cooking, all that would soon vanish. The noises of the animals, the chirping of the birds, all of these would disappear from his view.
    So, Keldoran walked, and savoured each step, each moment left with