The Lore of Hedge Wizard Dotta of the Carnival

The Carnival - A Final Puppet Show

Dotta was adored by the wizards. Sure, he was a spoon-bender, a tome-spinner, and a tungsten-cube-summoner, but to wizards he was so much more. Hedge Wizard Dotta of The Carnival had once been ridiculed for his puppetry. His uniqueness had always made him stand out and not always for good reasons.

It took him many years to find his audience, and his confidence, but now his carnival was well attended and massively enjoyed. His special brand of magic show was a carnival like no other - mystical illusions fused with practical and impressive puppet-led stunts. 

Wizards enjoyed the Carnival, but they grew to truly love Dotta and his puppets. Now that the flames had arrived it was time for a final puppet show. 

Beings of all kinds travelled from far and wide after word had spread about the appearance of a flame at the Carnival. Hidden away, one was forced to leave The Carnival Pass and head deep into the forest in order to reach the show. 

Without knowing the way, it could take some to stumble upon the clearing in which sat the magnificent tent. Tonight, the sky was clear and many lights could be seen in the forest bobbing their way towards the event. Seats rose high and back into the walls of the tent and as the stalls filled with attendees, a medley of excitement and anxiety filled the air. 

The Sacred Flame floated silently at the centre of the circular stage with the glow illuminating the beings around it’s perimeter. The evenings show was filled with never before seen stunts and illusions that befuddled even the most cynical of sages. It was truly an unforgettable performance. 

Finally, the time had come and the crowd hushed. Dotta stood silently for a moment, the flame reflected in his trademark shades. What could he say?There was no story he could tell that might even begin to explain what was about to happen. He would always be a puppet in the larger story. He looked out onto the gathering and began to speak. He spoke to the crowd in terms practical and informative. He was transparent in his feeling that when the flames call a wizard must answer. Not all were happy, but not all were sad, and as he walked towards the flame for the grand finale his fate was anyone’s guess. Hummingbird on his shoulder and World Egg floating in slow rotation at his side, only one thing was certain;

Legends never die.

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