Lily and the Prince

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A boy goes on a quest and returns as a king. On the journey he must overcome evil wizards and save his kingdom, but will it cost him his true love? This started out as a bedtime story I told my little sister and she seemed to like it a lot, so I wrote it down. (This is rough draft #2. I really appreciate any feedback!)

Submitted: February 25, 2014

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Once upon a time, long ago, there was a sad grey land filled with sad, grey people. They toiled all day under a hot humid cloudy sky. Nothing could grow in this dismal land except fine grey grass. Because of this, the people were forced to eat nothing except the small black seeds from the grass, which was boiled to make a gloppy grey porridge. Families stayed close together, and no one trusted outsiders. All the people followed the same routine day in and day out. They had no choice.

The grey land had not always been this way, and in the past had been like any other kingdom, but that was before the evil wizards came. They used strong magic to depose all of the kings for miles around. As soon as one small kingdom was conquered, more wizards came and they expanded their empire. The wizards were tyrants, they forced the people of the kingdom to be their slaves and drained the life and magic out of the people and the land itself.

Because of this, everything in the kingdom and everyone in it began to fade. The wild animals all left except for the black crows and the biting rats. Some of the people resisted, but they were dragged away to dungeons or killed. Soon everyone forgot that anything existed outside the dismal thrall of the evil wizards, and they resigned themselves to their fate. There was no color left anywhere, just black and white and grey. The sky was grey, the grass was grey, the people were grey and began to despair in their hearts, and yet the evil wizards did not care.

They still leached more and more power from the earth, yet despite the enormous power they acquired, the wizards became ill satisfied with their gains. So they sat in their dark halls and began to fight among themselves plotted to control each other’s kingdoms could get even more magic.

Even though the wizards controlled much of the land, there were forces outside their realm who wanted to rescue the people and put an end to the wizards’ rule. Because of this, one day hundreds of years after the wizards took power, a little girl walked through the streets of a desolate village.

The adults were too worn out and busy working to notice her. They were so tired they never looked at anything anymore. Some of the children followed their parents’ example, trying to be grown up, but the other children turned to stare at her. They saw her bare feet pad softly along the grey barren path. Her white dress was barely dirty at the hem. She carried a basket in her arms full of wilted grey flowers, which was strange because none of the children had seen flowers before, but not as strange as the smile on her face. It made her glow all over.

One boy was a little shorter than the rest, so he climbed a dead gnarled tree to get a better look at her. Then the boy caught a glimpse of her bright green eyes, more vivid than the greenest grey grass he had ever seen. He couldn’t look away from them. Before the boy realized what was happening, he fell out of the tree onto the little foot path right in front of the girl. Some of the other children gasped, others tried to hide smiles behind their hands.

The boy was the village orphan who everyone made fun of. He often came into the village to beg for food. Since the villagers usually had no food, there was no possible way they could help him. The adults felt sorry for him, but the kids bullied him and laughed at him. He was sure this girl was going to make fun of him too. He looked up at her from the ground and smiled nervously.

The little girl met his gaze, and smiled even brighter. “Will you play with me?” she asked, but the boy shook his head. “Why not?” she asked.

“Because I don’t know how.” He said.

The girl frowned at him “That’s a stupid reason.” She said “Everyone knows how to have fun.” The boy didn’t answer, he just stared at her. The little girl grinned at him again and helped him up. “Well, if you want to learn how, I live in a little cabin at the edge of the woods. Feel free to come by there any time you like.”

With that proclamation, she turned around and walked back out of the village, the way she came. Now, everyone in the village was staring at her. When she rounded a bend in the road, everyone turned to stare at the boy instead. Embarrassed, he stood up and ran back to his house. The little boy lived alone, because his parents had been taken by the evil wizards. He didn’t know why they were taken of where they were now, but he really missed them. He would have been really and truly lonely, if it had not been for the family cow who was his friend. She let him sell her milk in the market, so he could buy food for both of them. Still, the boy thought, it might be nice to have a human friend. As he lay down on his grey bed and looked out at the grey sunset, he decided that he would go look for the strange girl’s house.


The wizards had another plan. They sat in the giant shadowy council room of their biggest castle to discuss the matter. “This cannot be.” One said, “The girl was not under our power, even though she walked right through one of our villages.”

“Yes,” said another, “And I could sense a great magic power coming from her. Do we not desire this power for ourselves?”

“Yes” the others answered in unison.

“Then, we should take this power from her this very night.” A wizard exclaimed.

“No!” the first wizard shot back, “If she is not under our power, it is too risky. We must send another to capture her and bring her to us.

“Yes.” The wizards agreed.

But who to send, the wizards could not decide. They posted a quest throughout the three kingdoms for the bravest and strongest warriors to hunt the girl, yet the men who took up the mission just disappeared. So the wizards watched and waited, growing more nervous every day. They sent out spies to find the strongest person in the whole world.


The little boy knocked on the door of a tiny house at the edge of the woods. He knew this house had to belong to the little girl, because there were pale pink flowers growing everywhere around it. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The boy looked around to see if anyone had caught him sneak away from the village. The grass around him was short and he didn’t see anyone.

When he looked back, the door was open, and the girl with the green eyes was looking back at him with her usual smile. In the boy’s mind she looked even more beautiful next to the flowers than she had in the village. “Have you come to play?” she asked

The boy jumped and whispered, “Don’t say it so loud. We could get caught!”

The girl just laughed at him, “Don’t be silly, only my friends would bother to come all the way out here. My name is Lily, by the way.”

“Mine’s Christopher.”

“Well Christopher, please come in to my house. It is a pleasure to have you.” The girl stepped aside to let Christopher in. To his surprise, everything in Lily’s house was child sized. The chairs were smaller, the cabinets were shorter, even the roof was lower. Christopher wondered where her parents were, and if they were missing like his parents.

That day was one of the best Christopher had ever had. They had had a tea party, and played wizards and robbers, and Lily even gave him a basket full of pink flowers to show to his friend the cow when he got home. He promised Lily he would come back the next day to play as well.

When Christopher got home and looked in the basket, the flowers were already wilted and grey. They looked as if they had been dead for weeks. Disappointed, he understood that no one but himself would ever see how beautiful the flowers were. He went to show them to the cow, and the cow just ate them. She thought her friend had brought her a tasty snack. Christopher let her have them. After all, he had no use for dead flowers.

Christopher went back inside his house, when he saw a figure sitting in the shadows at his table. At first, he thought it was his father, but then he noticed the long black robes the figure wore. This was one of the servants of the wizards. The figure hissed as he approached.

“The boy smellsss like the ssstink of flowerssssss.” It screeched and jumped back, toppling a chair over. Christopher had seen these creepy servants before, on the day his parents were taken away. He knew they never brought good news.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, intending his voice to sound brave without much success.

The servant replied. “Sssent out to find him. The ssstrong one. It issss YOU. I mussst take the boy back to my masssterssssss, yess I mussst.” Before Christopher could do anything, the creature lunged forward and grabbed him on the shoulders with its bony fingers. They pinched like iron tongs and an icy cold feeling came out of them. Christopher couldn’t move or speak or even scream. He just felt colder and colder inside until there was nothing left. Soon he couldn’t see or feel and he passed out. His last thought was of Lily. He guessed he wouldn’t get to see her again after all.

When Christopher woke up, he was in the middle of a great circle of black thrones. In each tall throne sat a wizard. Their snow white beards tumbled down each of their black robes. Their cruelly lined faces showed no empathy, and their jet black eyes glared at him beneath their thin pointy crowns. Christopher was scared of them, but he sat there calmly. He wondered if his parents had ever been in this room.

Christopher looked at who he guessed was the wizard leader. His silver crown was pointed a little taller than the rest, and a servant was whispering something in his ear. The head wizard nodded and dismissed the servant. He looked straight at Christopher. “Our guest has awoken.” He announced in a deep powerful voice. The other wizards stared down at him.

“You have been chosen boy” The wizard said ‘boy’ like it was a dirty word, “to embark on a quest for your kingdom. You have a stronger heart than anyone else in the entire kingdom, so you are the only one suited for the mission we have set aside for you.”

“What mission?”

“We need you to capture the flower girl and bring her to us.”

Lily. They wanted him to hurt Lily. “What are you going to do with her?” Christopher asked.

All of the wizards answered together “That is none of your business, mortal boy”.

The head wizard continued. “You need not concern yourself with why. You are our slave, so you must do as we tell you to. If you succeed, we will give you anything you ask for in return.”

Christopher shook his head angrily, “I won’t do it!” He yelled at them, “I won’t help you hurt my friend!”

The head wizard stared into Christopher’s eyes. He didn’t like it, it was as if the wizard could see straight into his soul. “If you fail,” said the head wizard in a quiet, menacing voice, “we will kill your parents. You will never see them again. Do you understand, boy?” the wizard turned his head to the side, still staring at Christopher.

Christopher didn’t know what to say. He cared about Lily, she was his only friend. But he loved his parents. He hadn’t seen them in such a long time, and the thought of never seeing them again was too hard to think about. If he had to choose between Lily and his parents, he knew which one he would choose.

The head wizard smiled, a grin scarier than anything else Christopher had seen that night, then waved his hand to dismiss Christopher. As the wizard did that, the room began to fade and get fuzzy. Then it felt like his body was flying. It was a weird magic.

When he woke up in his own bed, Christopher thought it had all been a dream. Then, he noticed around his left wrist a little black string was tied. That string, everyone knew, was proof of a deal with the evil wizards. He didn’t know what to do, so Christopher started walking towards Lily’s house. He didn’t care if anyone saw him anymore, but no one did. He felt tears on his face as he knocked on Lily’s door.

When she let him in, Christopher told Lily the whole story and she listened carefully. When he was done, Lily wasn’t smiling anymore. “I have an idea,” she said, “it will save your parents, but it means we won’t be able to play together anymore.”

“What is it?” Christopher asked.

Lily looked at him seriously, “We have to break the curse.” Christopher didn’t believe it was possible.

“How? The wizards rule the entire world!”

Lily half-smiled, “Not the entire world, just most of it. We can go to my father and ask him for help.”

“Your father? Is he a wizard too?” Christopher looked interested.

Lily stood from the chair she was sitting in and walked toward the door of her house. “Follow me!” she said smiling.

“Now?” Christopher looked after her. There was a sad look in her eyes that he didn’t understand.

Lily opened the door and stepped outside. “If you can keep up!” she laughed.

Christopher ran after her but she was way ahead of him, already deep into the forest. He followed as fast as he could, but she was familiar with the forest and Christopher had never been there once in his life. On and on they ran until they came to a wide river.

The river shined a bright blue in the sun, so bright that it hurt Christopher’s eyes. He watched in amazement as Lily took a small boat out from some underbrush, pushed it into the water and jumped in. She looked back teasingly at Christopher, “You’ll never catch me!” she said. Christopher rolled his eyes. He found another boat in the underbrush and jumped in.

There were no oars, but the river was fast enough that didn't matter. Lily was so far ahead that at times Christopher couldn't see her. He tried rowing with his hands to catch up, but it was no use. On and on the river ran, and Christopher began to think it would never stop. They passed through the forest and into the hills. The further they went from the evil wizards’ influence, the more colorful everything became making every bend in the river a new and exciting adventure. The trees were greener over here, and there were songbirds over there, and as the sun began to set is was the most brilliant array of oranges and reds Christopher had ever seen.

The river raced on for three days, and on the fourth day it slowed down and Christopher glided into a large shallow lake. There were tall mountains surrounding the lake on all sides like walls. The river seemed to be the only way to get to the lake at all. In the middle of the lake, there was a round grass covered island. Christopher’s boat drifted to a stop on the bank of the island next to Lily’s boat. He saw her footprints in the soft grass and followed after her.

Finally, he reached a circle of bare dirt in the middle of the island. Runic emblems were etched into the earth around the circle so deeply no manmade tools could have formed them. The sun had almost set and Christopher could see the first stars appearing in the sky. He would have thought the scene was beautiful and mysterious if he hadn't already noticed Lily was in the center of the clearing, crying. She was kneeling as if in prayer. Her eyes were closed tightly and her hands were clasped, trembling. He started to run to her, but stopped short when Lily began to glow. Just like the stars, light seemed to come from every part of her body. For an instant, she was the most beautiful being Christopher had ever imagined. He thought she must be a fairy or an angel. Then, with a loud terrible noise, like breaking glass or ice, she disappeared.

“Lily!” Christopher screamed her name and ran to the spot where she had been, but nothing was left except a few glittering sparkles of light, like dust to mark the spot where she disappeared. Christopher sank down and tried to gather the motes of light. Like sparks from a fire, they vanished as soon as he tried to touch them. He wondered why she would make him follow her all the way there, just to leave him. Had she forgotten her plan to help him? In that moment, Christopher realized that he had loved Lily just as much as he had ever loved his parents, more in fact, although it was a different kind of love. Now she was gone, too soon, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Christopher curled up on that spot and cried himself to sleep. In a dream, Lily came to him.

“Why did you leave me?” Christopher asked bitterly

“I had to. It was the only way to save everything you care about.” Lily explained.

“But I care about you!” Christopher yelled at her. Lily looked down at her hands

“It was the only way to save you.” She said. Christopher felt bad for yelling at her. Lily took his left hand, the one with the black string on it, and holding it between her own hands and gave him something small and round. He looked at her.

“What’s this?”

Lily smiled sadly, “It’s a gift from my father. It’s the only thing I can give you. You can use it to save everyone, not just your parents.”

Christopher looked at the black string on his wrist and frowned. “But what about my deal? The black wizards said I was their slave. They said I had to bring you back with me.”

“The wizards have great power. Their power is so great that not even my father could break your deal. That is why you have to give the wizards what they asked for. What you hold in your hand is all that is left of me. Take it to them, along with my wishes and my will. Your deal will be fulfilled, but the wizards will not win.”

Lily turned and started walking away from Christopher. Christopher reached out to her, “Wait!” he cried, and “Will I ever see you again?”

Lily looked back at Christopher sadly. “Not for a long time. Goodbye Christopher,” she said, “I had fun playing with you!” Then she continued walking away.

“No! Come back!” Christopher screamed, but now she was too far away to hear him. “Please! I love you.” He added desperately, but it was too late.

Christopher could feel that he was waking up. He tried not to. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled over, but he could feel the sunlight on his skin. Since he knew it was useless, he opened his eyes and sat up. In his left hand, he held a seed. It was the most precious thing to him in the world. He put it in the pocket of his tunic and stood up, brushing the grass off himself.

He realized he was hungry, since he hadn't eaten in four days. To his surprise, as soon as he thought that, a flock of birds flew down and gave him a bunch of fruits from the trees in the surrounding mountains. There were many kinds of fruit, and they were all delicious and juicy. When Christopher had eaten as much as he could, some of the birds came back and finished the rest.

Christopher retraced his steps to where he and Lily had left the boats. He took a branch that would work as a paddle and paddled back to the river, but the current was too strong. There was no way he could get back that way. So, Christopher paddled over to the mountain cliff closest to the stream and started to climb it. He climbed for hours, and he was far off the ground, yet still the mountain stretched further up. When he was hungry, some rock squirrels brought him some hardy nuts. He was so hungry from climbing that he ate them all, but the rock squirrels didn’t seem to mind. They just went back to their own business.

It took Christopher a day and a half to climb what he thought was the top of the mountain, but when he got there, he saw it wasn’t really the top after all. The rest of the way was less steep though, so he could walk instead of climbing. When he finally got to the top, Christopher saw the river stretched out like a shiny thread. Christopher frowned.

He had been going down the river so fast that he hadn’t realized how long it was. There were steep mountains on either side, which meant Christopher couldn’t follow it back the way he wanted to. He would have to go down around the outside of the mountains if he had any hope of ever getting back. He wouldn’t have to worry about food. The animals kept bringing it to him whenever he needed it. Still, it was frustrating that it would take a long time to get back home. Since there was nothing else he could do about his situation, Christopher started walking.

The journey took him years. Christopher made friends with all the animals who helped him, and they taught him how to stay alive in the wilderness. When he grew out of his clothes, he found new ones the next morning. There was a solid white tunic and white robes. He even found a belt with a leather pouch to keep his seed in. Christopher learned how to make fires with a rock and a rusty steel knife he had found one day, and that kept him warm during the winter months. After that, bears and mountain lions would come and bring him meat and fish. Christopher was scared of the large predators at first, but quickly learned that they meant him no harm either, and so Christopher made friends with them too.

Christopher grew strong, but never lost sight of his goal. It was early spring when he came at last to the woods where he first followed Lily. None of the trees had their leaves yet, but the same pink flowers were already in bloom. It had been seven years. Christopher grew nostalgic and a little sad when he remembered that those flowers were the first color besides than grey he had ever seen. Other than Lily’s eyes. As he walked towards his old village, he looked up at the grey sky that used to be so familiar to him.

When he came to the first house in the village, the people stopped their work and stared at him. That was strange, Christopher thought as he leaned on his walking stick, most of them hadn't even noticed Lily. Maybe they still recognized him after all these years. A father whispered something to his son and the boy ran ahead of Christopher to the heart of the village. When Christopher walked past any house, the villagers hid inside and peeked at him from their windows and closed doors. He saw the boy hiding behind a barrel.

“You there,” he called to the boy. His voice was deeper than he remembered. Trembling the boy stood up from his hiding place and stood in front of Christopher. “Why are the people hiding from me?” he asked.

“Be-because they say you are a w-w-wizard.” The boy stammered.

Christopher laughed at that idea. “Why would they think I’m a wizard?” he asked the boy.

The boy looked at him incredulously, “Because you are one.” He answered simply, “You’re wearing wizard robes and everything.”

Christopher looked down at his clothes. He was wearing the white robes the animals had given him, the same clothes he felt he had always worn. “What, These?” The boy nodded. 

Christopher laughed “It takes more than robes to be a wizard! Tell the villagers that I’m Christopher, from this very village. I’m not a wizard at all! Tell Marco, the milk man. He’ll remember me.” Christopher winked at the boy, “I've just come back from an adventure, that’s all.” The little boy looked at Christopher like he still didn’t believe him. “Please tell him?” Christopher asked, and the boy nodded.

Christopher looked relieved. “Until then, I’ll just go back to my old home and wait. I certainly don’t want to scare anyone.”

When Christopher went home, he went to tell his old friend the cow about his adventure, but she was no longer there. “Of course,” Christopher said aloud, “Why would she hang around for seven years with no one to feed her.” On his way inside the house, Christopher looked at his reflection in the water barrel.

No wonder the villagers thought he was a wizard. Christopher looked down at his long wavy brown hair, his striking blue eyes, and his now manly jaw that was starting to grow a beard. Combined with his brilliant white robes, it was no surprise he looked like a wizard to these people. His ‘adventure’ had taken seven whole years. Christopher was fifteen now, that was almost half his life. He realized that he was a very different person than the one who had left the house all that time ago. He looked at the string still tied around his left wrist and patted the leather pouch at his belt. Now he was a person with a mission.

Christopher looked through the pantries in his house for something to eat. There was nothing left after seven years except one shriveled garlic clove, so Christopher went into the woods near Lily’s house, which looked strangely small to him now. He found a few clumps of grey mushrooms and some dry onion grass, but that was it. There were very few animals in the forest, and a lazy snake on a rock explained to Christopher that most of the animals were scared of the wizards and stayed far away from their territory. This made Christopher very sad, and he thought about it on his walk back.

As Christopher sat down to his mushroom and onion dinner, he heard a knock on his door. He looked out the window to see who it was, and it seemed the whole village had come to see if he was really a wizard or not. At the head of the group was the little boy he had talked to earlier, and Marco the milk man who Christopher had known as a boy. Marco was the one knocking.

“Can we come in?” Marco asked

“I’m not sure the whole village will fit in such a small house.” Christopher replied

“Then open the door and let us have a look at you, wizard.” Suggested Marco. Christopher complied and stepped outside.

Every person had their eyes fixed on Christopher. They had never seen someone with as blue of eyes, as rosy of cheeks, or as strong a figure in their lives. To Christopher’s distress, Marco seemed just as in awe of him as everyone else. “Marco, it’s me, Christopher.” He said pleadingly, “Surely you remember me. I took care of the grey cow for you, after my parents were taken away. You paid me for her milk.”

Marco still looked incredulous and shook his head. “No, Christopher was a boy who disappeared in the dark woods seven years ago. I thought he was eaten by wolves. You are almost a man, so beautiful you must be magic, wearing robes more splendid than anyone in this village could afford.”

Christopher blushed, “I’m not so very much older.” He said awkwardly.

Marco looked at him with sympathy, “If you say you’re not a wizard, then maybe you’re not. But the boy I knew seven years ago could not have survived on his own. Maybe you are him by some miracle, but I have difficulty accepting that, and you could never get the whole village to believe you.” Marco sighed and rubbed his brow, “I can make them leave you alone for now, but you should probably move on within a couple of days.”

Christopher nodded mutely. He couldn’t believe he was getting kicked out of his own village. He had hoped to rest for a week or two at least, before confronting the evil wizards. Now, he had only days. Christopher went back inside and closed the door without saying anything; he was afraid of crying in front of the villagers. No one but Marco was close enough to hear the muffled sobs.

Despite returning home, Christopher did not sleep very well. That the villagers didn’t believe him was upsetting, and for the past seven years he had been used to sleeping outdoors. He decided to leave the next morning, before the sun was up. He gathered some more food, and set off for the wizards’ castle, which loomed black on a hill in the distance. On foot, it would take him a day to get there. He stopped at Marco’s door and hesitated, after all, the man had been the closest thing as a father to him after his parents were taken, but in the end Christopher just walked on.

The castle was further away than Christopher thought at first, so it was after nightfall when he reached the base of the hill upon which the looming citadel sat. There were no guards at the entrance to the castle, and the gate was wide open. Cautiously, Christopher walked in. The path to take seemed vaguely familiar, as if he had been there in a dream. As he climbed winding stairs and walked down hallways with high pointed arches, he started to feel a tingling sensation in his fingers and toes. It got stronger the closer he got. Christopher wondered if he was feeling magic, or something else.

The ornate ebony and gold wrought doors were the entrance to the wizard’s counsel room, the one with the thrones. Christopher didn’t know how he knew this. He had never seen those doors before, yet he felt it was true. Before he put his hands on the doors, they swung inward by themselves. The wizards in their high thrones turned to look at him. Christopher was beginning to get used to people staring at him, but this was something else. He again felt the wizards' soul-piercing gaze and its power to make you feel insignificant. Christopher had planned to be brave, but now it was all he could do not to fall over or run away.

The head wizard gestured for Christopher to come into the middle of the circle. He obeyed timidly.

“Why have you returned to us without the girl?” The wizard’s thundering voice boomed.

Christopher untied the pouch from his belt and handed it to the head wizard. “This is all that is left of her.” He answered truthfully. Christopher turned to leave, but the wizards closed the door with magic.

“Wait! What is the meaning of this?” yelled the head wizard, holding the seed in his bare hand. Before Christopher’s eyes, the wizard’s power began to be sucked into the seed. The wizard shrieked like a wraith and flung the seed away from himself, but it was too late. The seed hovered in the air a few inches out of the wizard’s reach and floated to the center of the throne circle. It was glowing brightly now, as Lily had been before she disappeared. As the seed gained power, it began to suck the energy from all the evil wizards, not just the head wizard.

The wizards, without their power just shriveled old men, looked weaker and weaker until, unable to hold on to their unnaturally long existence any more, they turned into dust. The seed gathered that dust around itself like rings around a planet, spinning faster and faster. The magic was too much for the seed to contain, so the excess power shot straight up in a beam of light. The light was so powerful it broke the ceiling and went high up into the sky.

A huge storm gathered, bigger than all three kingdoms put together. At the center of the storm was the beam of light. It rained for the rest of the night, and then the beam of light faded. The seed dropped to the ground like an ordinary seed, laying in ordinary ashes. Then, the sun broke through the clouds; the normal, warm, yellow sun. The sky shone as blue as it ever had, and the trees and plants soaked up the magic rain and became beautiful again. The people of the three kingdoms could not believe their eyes. They had heard fairy tales of such things, but no one had believed that a rainbow of colors really existed. 

When they found out what happened, and why, the people made Christopher their king. Marco became his closest advisor, and the boy became his page. Christopher got rid of the tall thrones and sat in a simple wooden chair instead. He planted the seed in the royal gardens- gardens the wizards had never used- and there it grew into a tall tree. He also filled the dark castle with brightly colored decorations and flowers. Best of all, he found his parents who lived happily with him for the rest of their days.

Even though he always denied it, the people of the three kingdoms were always convinced Christopher was a wizard. Because of this he became known in history as the Last of the Wizard Kings. Christopher never loved another woman after Lily, and had no children, so the page boy eventually became his successor. When the king was very old, he went up alone to the gabled attic of the tallest tower in the castle. He ordered his attendents to wait at the bottom of the stairs and not to let anyone in to see him. After waiting for hours, the servants became concerned and went into the attic to check on the elderly king. They were shocked to find he had dissappeared without a trace. No body was ever found and there was no other way down from the tower. No one knows what the was doing up there in the first place, but legend claims he met Lily again at last, and she took him with her into her mysterious land where they remained forever.

Long after his death, the kingdoms the wizards had united and Christopher had ruled became divided again. The rest of the story takes place another time, but is affected by the legacy of the past.

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