A Difficult Choice

“Wizard, you must do something to stop the goblin hordes,” cried the townspeople.

“What would you have me do? I am but one, and they are hundreds,” replied the wizard.

Meldore had been a country wizard for over a hundred years. The wizard spent his days fixing broken bones or finding lost objects. Meldore had forgotten that he had once been the king’s wizard.

“All the men who went to fight are dead, and many women as well. Only the children and a few old ones remain,” said the holy man.

Meldore thought about a time when a wave of his wand would have decimated the horde. Alas, those days were long in the past.

“I could call a demon. It would be difficult to control,” said Maldore.

The village council told him there was no choice and that he should worry about the demon’s control later.

“So be it, but don’t say you were not warned,” replied the wizard.

Up the cliff the wizard walked, burdened with his choice.

“They are shallow fools and know not what they ask,” mumbled Maldore as he climbed to the summit.

After creating the correct stone circles, the wizard stood off to the side and raised his wand.

“Such a difficult choice, but then again, the choice was not mine to make,” said the wizard.

Maldore stood alone on the summit. He raised his wand and recited the incantation, and watched as the demon formed out of the mist.

“Dark servant from Hell, I command you to do my bidding,” said the wizard.

“What is your will?” asked the beast.

“You’re to destroy the attackers,” Maldore commanded.

“Very well. I will start with you. You attacked me by summoning me from Hell,” said the demon who flung the wizard off the summit.

“It was a difficult choice,” said the wizard on his way down.

Sadly, the townspeople were wiped out after the demon destroyed the goblin horde. Then with a smug smile, the demon returned to Hell to revel in his trickery.

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