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The story of a dwarf…

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Meet Havendorf…

“It was a beautiful village called Havendorf, a loving community of artisans, creatives, and businesspeople of all types; and, better yet, a truly magical place where children could grow up without the influence of war and any other violence at all. The inhabitants weren’t enlightened gods or special in the order of divinity though, not at all; and yet, absolutely so, they were extremely mature and healthy—mentally and emotionally…

The dwarves…

“They were friendly little creatures, dwarves as they might be called. From about 2 to 5 feet in stature. They did not have religion per se, but they did have stories of real, outstanding members in their society; and these were stories which brought inspiration and paved the way to become a better dwarf…

“These mentioned stories became their scriptures, and each one of them read them at home, taught them in their schools and to their children, and used them as moral standards to follow. And so, in their society, they had elders, of course. These were wise leaders who guided and blessed the community, the family, and the individual, more like spiritual godfathers and godmothers, in a manner of speaking…

Baby Aldorf…

“And baby Aldorf was born under the special blessing of an elder. Aldorf’s mother and father were very happy about the blessing, because they loved him very much and wanted the best for their son. But they were also a little sad, fearing the future of Aldorf, even though the blessing said that he was to become a wise and beloved leader; for baby Aldorf had been born half blind and with a condition that affected his spinal column…

“Doctors said that by the teen years he’d be completely blind and have a serious deformation in his spine. Many doctors from other villages even studied the case further, but it already seemed like his fate was set and unchangeable. Years and years passed. Life became struggle for the little dwarf, even with all the love and support surrounding him; because he battled strong physical pain due to his crooked spine and severe ocular condition…

Burden & hope…

“And it happened that by now Aldorf was 12 years of age, very creative, extremely intelligent, and a great kid overall. His parents were very proud and happy with their boy, but they suffered terribly inside, in secret; because each day they had to see Aldorf struggle so much, and they also knew that it would only get worse…

“Yes, this was really hard on them, because their love wasn’t enough to heal him; and they would only blame themselves for his terrible suffering, as the most caring parents do. But it also occurred that Aldorf was learning from this pain, from these terrible burdens given unto him to carry; for he was very insightful, very mature for his age, and his faith could move mountains. Of course, he also carried much anger in him; and sometimes he didn’t know how to express this great frustration…

The traveler…

“And so, close to his 13th birthday, someone came from somewhere truly unknown. The outsider wasn’t a dwarf, or a tall sengei creature, and not even an orc or ogre from the far lands in the East. This traveler was of unusual appearance, his very presence brought a harmony and power of being into those in near contact with him; and the inhabitants of Havendorf had never seen and experienced someone like this before…

“And this was because what they were experiencing in their minds and hearts was what could be referred to as pure magic, which was something totally unknown to them at the time. So, as Aldorf had met him on his way to buy food, he engaged in pleasant conversation with him; and from then on they became good friends. The outsider came to live with the family, and he became loved by the parents as well…


“He told them he had visited many villages seeking someone in particular, and that he had now found him in Aldorf. He was very tall and slender. His hair was long, and his skin always clean and nourished. He wore a long cloak and simple clothes underneath. He looked like a human being, but he was not one…

“He never revealed his true name, but he told them to choose one and call him that. So, ‘Lucian’ was born right then and there, which means ‘Bright light.’ And he did many things for them. Many good deeds that had no explanation for them, so they called these deeds ‘miracles’; for these were incredible and defied their logic and…”

~ “The Book of 1st Witchcraft.” #3 in the Dark Fantasy series BENJAMIN JONES.

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…The targoblin tried running from it, even in desperation; but it was impossible, since the ball of light would dash through the air and get in his path. He was running futilely, and the ball even displayed cunning personality by moving in and out of his way as if mocking him. At this, Arleas cursed, pitched forward, and tumbled down dragging himself through the mud.

Ben came running and stopped right by the magic sphere hovering at eye level. And Ben was amazed, gazing into the ball and analyzing it. “Blazes.  What are  you??” Then he grabbed it and kept contemplating  it with sheer curiosity.  

“You have advanced sorcery, creature,” Elradon said as he tapped his head with his staff and created a glowing helmet and band to neutralize him. “That will keep you from more mischief.”

“Aarrgh!” snarled the targoblin named Arleas. “Free me at once, you foolish and broken-down geezer!”

Then he tapped his mouth and glued it shut, “There! You shall not spew more drivel.”

And as the mystic magically handcuffed him again, Ben pulled him up and added, “But his hands! They were tied. How was he able to use magic to escape?!”

“Well, he’s not just any targoblin. I can see that now,” the wizard explained while helping Ben drag Arleas back to camp. “Most can only do magic by the use of their hands. This is the lowest sorcery. But advanced sorcery requires the use of mental images and words. This seems to be his level.”

The pixies had all gone to sleep, but there was a young one who still went about the ball of light and wanted to play. At this, Ben waited till she hovered motionless in the air, then he gently seized her wings and said,  “It’s too late. We’re all going to sleep now.” Then he let her go, and the little fairy gave him a grumpy look. And Ben continued, “Don’t look at me like that. Go to sleep… Well, go on!”

And so, while they walked back to the campsite under the magical glow of the krugs, the mysterious and batlike glowing creatures, Ben continued asking questions about this great magic to Elradon. And it was so that Benjamin Jones was learning much by his side. From an inanimate rock, with the aid of the great book of magic and the great wizard, he’d created a self-aware and sentient ball of light.

And Benjamin thus wondered if he himself was entering the level of advanced magician, and that made him even more curious about what he was truly becoming. But the questions came quickly to a stop, because they needed rest. That night then, Elradon made the targoblin fall under deep sleep… 

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