The Wizard Duel
By Kevin Winters
Copyright 2013-2015 Kevin Winters
Cover design by Tatiana Villa
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Cecht opened the door to Aleandor's Shop of Mystical Trinkets with a light push. He stepped quickly up the stairs to the main floor, a show space where unevenly placed marble pedestals held amulets, rings, and other magical items in suspended levitation. He crossed the floor briskly, paying little attention to the items; most were simply props and had filled the gallery for weeks now. His destination was the counter on the opposite side, and the man who sat behind it. Aleandor, a native to Caldea, was an older man with golden beige skin and a head of stark white hair and a short, pointed beard. The jeweler held a monocle sized magnifying glass up to a golden ring.
"Are they ready?" Cecht asked. Aleandor, annoyed at the young lad's lack of introductions, gave him a look to let him know. Cecht started tapping his hand on the counter and sighed. "Hello, Aleandor! Fair weather this bright day, no? I trust the gods have been kind to you lately?" He finished with a flourish of his free hand.
"You know," Aleandor started, lowering his magnifying glass and turning to face the sarcastic youth, "back in my day a slave like you would have been raped and murdered the first day they were abducted."