“The Legend Of Oz – The Caster
CHAPTER II – Departure
That night, it was my uncle who found me, tied to a tree.
When I told him what had happened, he told me to go home, that he would deal with it.
My uncle was a intriguing site to behold.
6’ 3” with a longish dark brown beard, and a bald head.
And on his shoulder, a great red tail hawk.
My uncle then made his way to the woods after them, but I did not go home.
It didn’t feel right him fighting my battle…
…at least alone.
I followed a great distance behind him.
Though perhaps he knew I was there.
At some point he finally came upon the band of thieves camp.
There must’ve been a dozen or so…
They danced around, and sang drunkedly…
Each falling down, and/or passing out, at some point.
My uncle waited until the last one was out cold, and that’s when he went into the cam…
“I told you to go home Oz…” he spoke softly, but harshly from the dark behind me.
“I know, but–” I started, but…
“Here,” and with thi he placed his great hawk upon my shoulder.
“Watch over him,” and then he made his way into the camp.
First he retrieved my sister’s hawk and sent it into the sky…
…second he released my cub Sherwood, who followed him out of the camp.
Just as we seemed like we were going to get away, two daggers plunged into my uncles back…
…and he fell to his knees.
“Run Oz,” with this I sent his hawk into the air, but several arrows brought it down to the ground from three of the other thieves who had awoken.
I stood there frozen, Sherwood behind me, as my brothers, who had thrown the daggers at our uncle, stepped out of the shadows.
“We’re impressed Oz…” said the first.
“Very impressed,” added the second.
I just stared at them in disbelief.
Meanwhile my uncle fell to the ground, breathing his last breath.
“You killed our uncle, for what, the gold you’ll fetch for the animals,” I spoke in pain.
“Yes…” the first responded as he removed his dagger from our uncle’s back.
“Sounds about right,” added the second as he did the same.
“Now leave the cub, and we’ll let you go…” spoke the first.
Suddenly there was a fiery glow coming from below my waste…
…it was my right hand, and I rose it up.
My hand was on fire… and yet there was no pain.
My brothers looked at one another, baffled.
“What’s this, you practicing in the dark arts are yah…” the second spoke.
Meanwhile the three other thieves place their bows on their backs, and backed away, heading back to their camp.
Beyond that, i’d rather not say…
But suffice it to say, a large fire started in the woods, and y brothers were burnt alive in it.
I wasn’t proud of this…
I haven’t truly dealt with it emotionally.
When I returned to my parents home, I explained everything.
My mother started to cry, and left the room.
My father patted my shoulder, then joined her.
My brother Aras, who had given me Sherwood, had retrieved y sister’s hawk.
“I’ll take care of him for now, Jeneai doesn’t seem all that interested…” he explained.
“I think you should go for a while Oz… Until this settles down… Don’t need the other thieves coming for you, and endangering the family,” he finished.
I nodded, still in shock from it all.
“Here,” he gave me a pouch with 100 gold, and 50 silver pieces.
“Take Sherwood with you, he will grow into a formidable companion,” he said with tears in his eyes.
I knew that Aras was hurting, he’d lost our uncle, who was truly more like a father to him than our actual father.
Me leaving was the right thing to do.
I felt at peace with it.
But what I truly needed to do was travel to The Key, home to the Mages of Thay, and there become an apprentice.
And that’s exactly what I did.
PICTURE CREDIT – Fire Mage