Well, this is it! Day 31 of the National Blog Writing Month. After today, it’s “game over man, game over!”. I have to say it has been a absolute blast doing this every single day and it’s been a great part of my stroke recovery as well. Finding myself writing and wanting to write in the late hours of the morning after a long day at work is the most rewarding experience I could have asked for throughout this entire experience. And so I say with sadness that until next year, this be the end of National Blog Writing Month. I was blogging with 22 amazing bloggers who have tons more talent and skill than myself. I mean, you should see the links down at the bottom of this post. They are amazing! If you don’t read them, bookmark ‘em or sign up for their feed or whatevah’ it takes.
The beauty of this project was getting to know new bloggers. And I’ve got a new list of people to read everyday. Looking forward to that.
Today is the last fictional Friday and it involves wizards as it is Halloween.
And yes, I missed like four day. It’s been a long three or four days in Aaron’s personal life. I cannot even *try* to catch up. Onwards with the fiction!
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The fire burned brightly, casting shadows across the ancient bound books the seemed to cover each wall of the cavernous study. Higher and higher the spines rose, words written in the stars of the ceiling. The young man stood in the midst of the nearly empty room gripping his wooden staff, the white crystal at the end glowing intermittently. A heavy plush smoking chair sat empty near the blazing fingers of the embers.
The young man’s spindly hands nervously pushed down on his heavy charcoal trench coat. He had fled here from the dark messenger in hopes of finding the Quantum. Instead the room remained empty of his fellow wizards. Memphis took a deep breath and silently told himself there was nowhere else he could be at this moment. His glasses repeatedly seemed to want to run off his nose and into the night, perhaps evidence of the fear that boiled deep in his stomach.
As a twenty year old Wizard of the Arts he was young by most standards. His talents and skills had been tested rarely and his teachings had been short, even compact. In the midst of a Wizard War it was to be expected, as he had been told by his numerous teachers.
He had come here seeking safety. Protection. Something aside from the creeping concern that rested near his neck. Not one had appeared. The usual bustling home of learning and laughter stood silent.
Memphis Knox stood six foot three and thinly built. His glasses didn’t help the appearance of an absolute nobody that his body seemed to exude at every chance given. Introduced to wizardry at a young age he had known it all his life. Now he wondered what truth was waiting for him outside the protected house.
The darkness sat unmoving, silent.
“Memphis!” The voice of his teacher broke his focus and brought him some small comfort. Gunder McCoy was eighty five by most records and walked with a hunch or two. Two ornate wooden canes supported his thin arms and the thick glasses gave the appearance of an old man nearing death.
Gunder McCoy was none of these. “Captain!” Memphis moved to greet him and glanced around the room. “What has happened?” They called him Captain as he was the leader of the school, the most elder teacher in the lands. McCoy shook his head gravely. “The Darkness has happened. This foolhardy Wizard War has gone on too long. Now It has come to finish us all off for our stupidity.” He moved to the chair and sat, letting out a whoosh of breath, looking sidelong into the ever burning flames. “Everyone’s been evacuated from the city. We are the last young master Memphis. I was sent to bring you to safety.”
Memphis tried to understand all of this in as fast as the education was coming. “What…The Darkness?” The Captain nodded slowly. “It is coming. This house will not be safe past the morning. The entire city will be consumed for our sins. Until peace is declared and the war is over The Darkness will continue to haunt and plague us. It has no side, no master and no mercy.” His mentor turned to meet his eyes for the first time. Memphis found them full of regret, sadness and anger. “This war must end. And we’re to gather on the morrow to do just that. Gather your things. We must take our leave.” With careless abandon now fully fueled with fear the young wizard moved quickly throughout the house. Necessities all that was called for in this terrifying moment. Nothing in the books and learnings had prepared Memphis for such words to be spoken from The Captain.
He was downstairs moments later a bag at his side and mildly glowing staff in hand. McCoy stood carefully and moved to stand next to him. “Hold my shoulder boy. This trip will be a bit rougher. We’re going outside the normal channels. Close your eyes.”
With his eyes closed Memphis prayed silently to Above, feeling the traditional pull of the transportation.
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National Blog Writing Month (nablowrimo) is ovah! 22 bloggers from around the world were united in blogging once a day! You should read them and check ‘em out every day! See more details at the site here or look at the list below!
NaBloWriMo Bloggers (aka people awesomer than I) 
- groovygrrl
- I’m Not Hannah
- The Kittalog
- Indian Food Rocks!
- Cooking and Me
- The Way I Always Was
- Jugalbandi
- Culinary Colorado
- Digging In
- Thistle Dew Farm
- Mimi On The Move
- Enjoy Indian Food
- Siri’s Corner
- Conch-to-be
- Nags of a Similar Ilk
- Damn Yankee, Vermont
- Aaron Delay
- Fun Climbs Around the World
- Seriously Wonderful
- Straight From Hel
- Use Real Butter
- Here it is!!!
