One ring, two rings, 5 rings ten rings all with different styles and jewels. He asked for a volunteer to spit where the ring was planted.As she spit, she casted the spell and viola! The tree was beginning to grow. As he did, he noticed his favorite ring is in the young wizards hands.Īll of the witches and wizards and the Kings family went outside with young Byron as he planted the ring. But i get to pick one gold ring for every month that tree is alive." The king agreed and went to take off his least favorite of rings. Byron asked for a gold ring and said "if you give this to me, i'll plant it in the ground and you'll get a tree of gold rings in the blink of an eye. Ottle asked young Byron to preforn his trick, if he succeded, he could keep the cape. Everybody respect the king and nobody had dared laid a hand on him. He tripped on his cape as usual but as he rolled, he was wearing the kings cape and the king his. That was until Byron came in front of King Watt R. He'd basically seen everything they did three months ago with only some minor changes. The king was only slightly amused by the skills his town showed. When the day came, both Byron and Julia had mastered the arts of text magic and Prestidigitation magic. Except this time, he was busy, so he called ALL of the magicians to a part of his castle, specifically the folly, which had trap doors and other extravagent designs. Three month went by and it was time for the next magic fair. She asked Byron why he was packing and he said "I wasn't a good magician in my town but at least i could read my magic books in peace." Julia had an idea, in exchange for teaching him the foreign art of Prestidigitation, he could teach her to read. The young wizard packed his bags and started heading back to his town. She then explained to the young wizard that nobody in the land could read and the king wrote that word as a test to kill off any outsiders. A young witch named Julia pulled him over and told the people "he was only joking, he's my friend and the kings jester". "What kind of magic is that?" The fair went silent. He picked up a stone pamphlet and read this really long word that was foreign to him. There he saw a new kind of magic, one without speech or even wand waving. They didn't need wands, they didn't even have capes! after seeing a few performances on the street, the young wizard decided he'd go to the Witches and Wizards Fair, formerly known as WWF. The witches and wizards here were different.
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The young wizard took his books, his cape and his wand to another town.
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He asked the other witches and wizards in the land for help but none could help his stumbling self. Every spell he casted and wand he waved led to him slipping and falling. Once upon a time, there was a Wizard, or at least he had hoped.