In the before time, the long, long ago, there lived a wee wizard named Nikomedes. While the others of his clan gathered in the village of Tonnochy, Nikomedes preferred to live alone in an old oak tree. The wizard was kind and caring and offered his services to all who came, regardless of their status, so he gained the trust of all within the wood.
As the wizard pondered the mundane problem of removing ear wax one morning, a small voice shattered his thoughts. Tiberius, a messenger from the council of nine, urgently requested an audience. “I bear a dire plea from the council, a request for you to provide a means to halt the one known as Mörken the Dark One,” the little dragon urgently conveyed.








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