I wrote this little short story a few years ago and only a few have read it. Check out the story of the Winter Wizard. Also, if you live in the East Tennessee area right now, don't blame me...it's just a story.
THE WINTER WIZARD part 1
old wizard in blue robes marched his way through the massive ice
fortress. Before him stood the grand doors to the throne room of the
queen. With one hefty swing of his magic staff he destroyed the
enchantment that protected the doors. Inside was a glorious room
built entirely of ice that sparkled like crystals. The wizard
carefully stepped in, though the confidence was still shown across
his straight shoulders.
WHERE ARE YOU!?”
sultry voice echoed around him, “So, it has come to just the two of
wizard cautiously looked about, “The war is over, you lost. Present
would you do with me? Kill me?”
many have been lost. Our kinds are all but gone. I promise not to
destroy you if you stand before me and bow.”
then a very small woman dressed in blue flew toward him. She was
carried by majestic crystal like fairy wings. “I WOULD RATHER DIE!”
She produced an ray of white light.
wizard thrust his staff at the light and deflected it, but the impact
did throw him down. While on the ground he swung his staff through
the air and caused a powerful force of winds to knock her away. She
tumbled against a wall and then slid to the ground.
wizard got to his feet and walked over to her. She was injured, more
so than she should be by such a meager attack. Her injuries were deep
and built by the years of battle with the winter wizards.
coughed and then tried to flap her wings, “What now? Are you going
to kill me?”
knelt down and pulled out a star like crystal hanging from a string.
Dangling it above her he shook his head. “Not this day.”
she realized what he was doing. Her scream was brief and trailed off
as nothing but an echo while her whole body was pulled into the
crystal. Once she was captured he stood up and looked it, only a glow
to show that it was occupied. Her voice came out suddenly, “I will
be free of this!”
I will see to it that you never see the light of day again.”
hiked over the rolling hills of the Smokey mountains while he
looked for branches. Well, not just any branches. Some good, gnarly,
ugly branches would be best. At least that is what he thought of the
wood he was asked to find and bring back. His father was a wood
carver who used roots and limbs to craft walking sticks. The sticks
were then taken to local fairs and festivals and sold in a booth that
showcased all of his various wood carving techniques.
his coat in closer to him, Chris shivered in the cold breezes that
cut through the naked trees this time of year. Thanksgiving was just
around the corner and then soon it would be Christmas.
doesn't have the decency to at least snow.” He muttered to himself
as he watched his breath fog in front of his face.
all the years that Chris had been living with his family near the
Smokey Mountain National Park he had yet to see a single snowfall
before January. He grew up away from these mountains and when he
moved here he expected to see at least one white Christmas, but in
thirteen years there hadn't even been a hint of snow around the
wind picked up and howled through the trees. Christopher tucked both
hands hard into the deepest pockets of his oversized coat and tried
to keep what little warmth he had in the tips of his fingers from
evaporating. “Oh, this is just stupid. It's too cold,” he
bemoaned as he got to the last hill he was going to visit today
before heading back to a warm house, though his father wouldn't be
happy if he didn't find some sticks.
would you look at that.” Chris was pleasantly surprised to see a
rather large old tree on its side. He had looked at this tree a dozen
times and even cut a few old branches off, but now that the tree was
laying on its side he could get to all of it. That must have been one
heck of a windstorm last night to have knocked this giant over.
carefully skidded down the slope, kicking up rocks and dried grass
the whole way. The area wasn't on anyone's farm or inside the park,
it was simply alone. Civilization wasn't too far away, at least when
it came to these old hills. Why it was not developed or turned into a
park a long time ago, Chris never asked.
of a sudden the winds picked up again and nearly blew him over. They
were bitter cold and so sharply raced through the bare branches of
the old tree that it was whistling. Chris knelt down and condensed
himself as much as he could against this blast of winters hate. “Good
Lord, what is going on with the winds today!” He exclaimed. Then he
admitted defeat. "That's it, I'm going home. I can come back
the winds died down again and he straightened up. Taking one step he
felt something odd. The ground sort of sunk down, not just under his
foot, but under all of him. The whole area seemed to jostle and move.
“Okay, that doesn't feel.....YAAAAAH!” Without warning the ground
crumbled right under his feet as a large crack formed in the top of a
cavern below. He reached out and grabbed the ragged ends of the trees
roots, his palms gathering splinters as he slid down. After what
seemed an eternity, Chris got a firm grip on the old root and dangled
God, Oh God.” he kept saying over and over, sure that the ground
beneath his feet was so far below him that he would die if he let go.
Slowly opening his eyes, Chris looked down. To his amazing relief the
ground below was flat and only a few inches away from his feet. He
let go of the root and dropped down the few inches to land safely.
was close.” Looking up at the old tree that was now halfway down
into the crack that had formed, he realized it probably wouldn't have
been fatal if he hadn't caught that tree by the roots but he might
have fallen bad enough to injure himself. And in these mountains, who
would be walking by to help? “Ow ow ow ow.” He suddenly felt the
fact that he had just ground about a dozen splinters into his palms.
he plucked the splinters out like a poulterer picking pin feathers
out of a chicken, he looked around for a way to get out of here. This
cavern was not what he expected. The ground was almost like someone
had purposefully carved it to be flat. And there was light coming
from the other end. There must be a way out. Though the light did
seem oddly blue with it being such a gray day outside.