“Sire, I must advise against this, he is not ready.” The old gray man told him, he was dressed in blacks, purples, and blues, wearing a cloak that swept the ground after him. “He has not finished his training with me, or the others.” The crystal on his staff reflected the noonday sun, almost glowing with a mystic aura. The staff itself looked ancient, older than time itself, as if it was the thing that made the gods. The wood wound around a nonexistent pillar, until the top, the last 6 inches of the staff were straight. It opened up to a dragon head, the eyes and mouth closed. It appeared to be a thoughtful expression. In the center of the forehead was a pure clear crystal eight sides in all. It looked as if the dragon had a third eye, looking into your soul and ever knowing the future. “In 3 weeks maybe he will finish with me, but now? It is just too soon.”
“Father,” said the boy beside him, “I am ready, I know I can defeat anyone in the land with my sword.” As he spoke, he patted the sword hung by his side. He was already in his armor. A light plate mail with chain mail underneath, a red cape behind him was inches above the ground. The shield in his left arm was large, and in the center was picture of a sword with a dragon head above the end hilt. He was a fit, healthy and young boy. “I can take on the challenge presented before us.”
“Indeed, both arguments here are true.” The king was sitting on the throne, dressed in white furs, royal reds, streaks of Gold, and blues, purples thrown in for spice. The crown on his head was gowned in rubies, diamonds, and emeralds. “You must stay here and complete your training. I am sorry Necedor, you must finish the training. It saddens me to say this but, you are a fool if you think a sword is the answer to all of your problems.”
Angered Necedor stormed out of the long throne room. His armor could be heard clicking as he walked toward his room. “Tell me friend, did I make the right choice? He is almost a grown man now. This would be a good test of his skills, though a black dragon is a bit much.” The king sounded more concerned than usual, mostly because he knew how stubborn his boy was.
“Sire, a better choice was not possible. I need go however and tend to my duties; the boy has training with me latter in the day. However due to this confusion, I am behind schedule.”
“Absolutely, my old friend, thank you, I will no longer need your assistance at this time.”
As the Old wizard left the room silence fell on the hall.
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