A Wizard at Large - #1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The adventures of this kindhearted wizard may turn into a series of short stories, but for now there is just #1. --- I hope you enjoy it.

Submitted: October 30, 2018

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Submitted: October 30, 2018



"And just where do you think you're going?" asked the Warlock Wizard, Derk, The Graylord of Sandstroddin.

"I am officially resigning as your apprentice, and I am going somewhere where they will appreciate my efforts!" was the reply made by a somewhat scruffy and defiantly determined young man.

"Two meals a day and a dry place to rest your head, that is not enough for you?" scolded the Master Wizard in a questioning tone.

As the man turned he looked at the Wizard intently, then stated, "This is not about the meager accommodations, you know that. This is about my continual subservient place in this arrangement.

For more than seven years I have served you, listened to your instructions, and practiced the lessons you have given me. And I have excelled, have I not? Yet, you still treat me as a servant.

There is not a potion I cannot mix, an incantation I cannot render, or a spell I cannot bring forth from memory, yet you still treat me as the child I once was.

When does the servant become a master?"

The Warlock Wizard roared with a mighty laugh and replied, "Rightly said my young apprentice! Your lessons ended weeks ago and all you lacked was the determination to be forceful. Without a forceful attitude, no wizard, or warlock for that matter, will ever be worth the salt within him.

But no matter how strong you become you must never forget that your behavior in this world reflect on ME, your teacher, and the traditions of our ancestors.

My Father was the most powerful and the most feared Wizard in all the world.

And my Mother was the shape-shifting Night-Witch, Shem, none could stand against her.

When they taught me they taught me compassion first and charity second, just as they were taught.

They said that with those two things employed in my day to day dealings, then everything else in my life would flow as a river flows; strong and determined, adaptable to change, yet beneficial to others.

But I had to embrace my teachings first, as I have watched you do. I was just waiting for Determination to show itself, and "Lo", it is here.

Now go, Tracer Dulgarus, with my blessing! For behold, the servant has become a Master."

So young Tracer Dulgarus placed his right hand over his heart and bowed at the waist to his former Master, then he took his meager belongings and set out to find his future.




It was near the village of Lamm, on a small farm that is but a stone’s throw from the Longbow River, Tracer Dulgarus acted as an independent Wizard for the first time.

Tracer was passing a field when he heard moaning coming from the stands of wheat.

Being the curious type, Tracer the Wizard peered into the field of wheat and saw the person making the mournful sound.

It was an older woman and she was kneeling at the side of a horse that had fallen.

And by the looks of things, Tracer thought the horse had seen it's last days behind a plow.


"May I be of some assistance?" Tracer asked in a timid and oh so quiet voice.

The woman looked up and replied, "There is nothing to be done for Sugar, she was a good plowing horse but I guess her days are nearly over."

Suddenly the woman stood up and took Tracer by the hand, saying, "I see hunger in your eyes, and you are weary.

If you will help me coach this horse to her feet and walk her to the barn I will give you food and a dry place to sleep for the night."

So Tracer did as the woman asked and by the setting of the sun Tracer was setting at the woman's kitchen table enjoying a cup of blueberry tea.

The woman, who went by the name of "Maud", duteously made their dinner.

It was not long before Tracer's belly was full of fried eggs, potato pancakes, and the best Corn-cakes that he had ever tasted.

But Tracer was still curious about the woman so he asked Maud, "If you don't mind me knowing, dear lady, where is the man of the house?"

Maud replied, "My Father died nine years ago and my brothers all moved away after that; I don't know where they went to, exactly.

My husband fell from the hay loft last year and broke his neck; I buried him in the garden, near the snapdragons and hollyhocks."

Then Maud's eyes looked down at the floor and she mumbled,  "So all that's left is me and a half dead horse."

"You have no children?" was the next question from Tracer.

"Two spunky boys and the sweetest girl-child I have ever laid eyes on. But the Red-fever came to this farm during the dry years and took the two youngest. Then my oldest boy was killed in The War of Nonexistence, I have the One-eyed King to thank for that.

Tracer thought for a moment and asked, "Then how are you going to get along without help?”

The old woman just shook her head and replied, "I was doing well enough until Sugar took a turn for the worse.

The fields are flush with wheat and I have no way to reap the harvest."

Silence filled the tiny kitchen as the two digested their supper, and the words the woman had said.

Then all of the sudden Maud seemed to come alive with renewed vigor and stated, "But enough about tomorrow's problems, I have two slices of apple pie warming on the stove. Let us enjoy them out on the porch while the sun hides itself behind the mountains. That view always lifts my spirit."

As they sat on the porch Tracer breathed in some steam from the hot and enticing pie, and when he blew the steam back out of his mouth he said a word, "Search".  Well, as the steam rose from Tracer’s lips it formed a small speckled bird, a bird that immediately flew off into the night.

Maud did not see what Tracer had done because she was watching the amazing sunset.


After some time on the porch Maud told Tracer, "Well it is time for these weary old bones to find their bed."

And as she entered the house, with pie-plates in hand, Tracer heard her say, "You may sleep in the barn, my friend, sweet dreams."


Tracer was up before the chickens knew that it was morning.

He had taken Sugar to the river and was returning to the farm when he came upon three youngsters, they were about 11 to 15 years old.

"Are you hungry?" Tracer asked as if he didn't already know the answer to the question.

"I'm so hungry I could eat boiled dirt," said the oldest boy.

So from his carry-bag Tracer pulled out three big red apples and tossed them to the children, then he asked, "Will these help?"

The three children didn't have time to answer; they were too busy devouring the apples.

Then Tracer questioned further, "Where are you going on such a wonderful day?"

The oldest boy spoke again and stated, "It is not such a wonderful day for us. We are going to a city called Winter to find our Mother's brother. Our Mother passed away and he is the only family that we know of."

Tracer frond a sorrowful frown and deployed it, then said, "I am very sorry to hear of your loss. I, too, lost my Mother at a young age but I had no uncle to go to.

But there are times when kind and caring people are better than family."

The girl spoke up and replied, "Our uncle does have a heavy hand for punishment, and he likes the taste of rum far too much, at least that is what Mama said. But we don't have anyone else to go to."

"Have you ever lived on a farm?" Tracer asked, with a smile.

"Sure," said the youngest boy, "we were living on a farm when Mama died. There was lots of work to do but it was a lot of fun too; better than any old city."

Tracer smiled and stated, "How would you like to earn another apple?"

All three children were all ears and full of nodding, agreeable, heads.

"Do you see this fine, young, plow horse that I am riding? I was about to deliver it to a very kind woman who lives on a little farm near the river. In fact, the farm is just the right size for three hard working children.

But non-the-less, I have places to go, people to see, and things to do, so I thought that you might deliver the horse for me. What do you say?"

The children readily agreed, so Tracer lifted each and every one of them up on the back of the fine young plow-horse.

Then he told them, "Follow this road to the bend in the river, there you will see a house with the yellow brick chimney. That is Maud's house.

Tell Maud that "Tracer" sent the horse as payment for his lodging. Can you do all that?"

All three children's heads were bobbing, up and down, with excitement and anticipation.

("I am sure that these children are so excited about the horse ride that they have not heard a word I have said," thought Tracer. "It is a good thing that "Sugar" knows her way home.")

And as Tracer sent the children on their way he told them, "If you are hungry you might ask Maud if you could do some work for a meal. She has a lot to do on her little farm and no children of her own to help her."

The children's eyes grew wide as they heard about this opportunity to avoid their uncle's heavy hand and drunkard ways, so they gleefully departed.


So after the children departed, Tracer changed himself into a Magpie and flew to a fence just to the east of Maud's house; there he waited to see what would happen.


It was some time before the children arrived and boy was Maud surprised to see them; she was even more surprised to see a young and vibrant Sugar. Yes, she knew that the horse was Sugar.

But Maud didn't question how Sugar got so young because farmers know, "Never look a gift horse in the mouth and never question miracles."


Wanting to be a good Stewart of his doings Tracer thought it best to observe Maud and the children for a week or so; just to make sure everything was going well.

Well everything seemed to be doing just that. Maud and the children took to one another like they were family and in no time at all the youngest was calling her Mom; Maud glowed with pride when he did.

All was going well and Tracer thought it best if he went on his way. But on the last day, just before sunset, he was taken by surprise by Maud’s sudden appearance at the fencepost where he was perched

She looked at him with a smile on her face, then stated,  "In all my life I have never seen a Magpie anywhere near this farm, so I suggest you become yourself, Tracer Dulgarus, and come have dinner with the rest of my family.”



D. Thurmond / JEF


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