🌲 Prologue 🌲

Born somewhere around the Great Tower that housed the last Druid Order of the southern hemisphere, the wind flailed west across the forgotten ruins, once the site of a great city, before the Hundred Year war. Along it blew past the gnarled branches deep into the bog, around a clay hut, and beat at the back of a bearded figure standing by a small fire.

Blasts flailed about Crowley’s worn coveralls, whipped his beard, then fed the fire at his feet. He wished he had gathered more wood before last night, or that it hadn’t rained so much. Conjuring fire came effortlessly to him but sustaining it without fuel would be an inefficient use of his Magic. Using his Magic these days didn’t please him anyway; he had parted from the order centuries ago and had no intentions of going back.

An exceptionally strong gust caught the brim of his red pointy hat, knocking it off his head and flinging it to the damp ground. In a matter of seconds the hat quickly rose in an upward motion before being snatched in mid air. As if summoned from the hat’s opening a small bulbous shape fell to the ground below. The wizard no longer remembered when Chlorbi and he first crossed paths – time had a way of losing meaning after a while - but he was sure grateful to have him around.

“Thank you old friend.” Crowley said, smiling at Chlorbi.

Chorbi blinked, letting out a friendly chirp.

Feeling a little foolish he placed the hat back; it was the only article that remained from a life he now chose to forget. Now and again he held his hands out, slowly waving them over the fire. It wasn’t a particularly cold morning, but this had been the coldest fall in his memory. Perhaps winter would be harsh enough to keep visitors away for another year; few dared travel this far south in these conditions.

Forty-two winters had passed since he was exiled from the Order on that harrowing autumn night. He left ruin behind him when he departed, but he also carried ruin within him. Twice they came looking for him and twice he turned them away, but it was only a matter of time before they found him again.

Art by SpacedCakes

A note from the author

This is the first of many future entries, in which I will attempt to tell the tale of the incredibly powerful yet kind Druid Crowley of the Marsh. A tale I have discovered during my wonderful travels into the rich metaverse created by the FRWC community. A tale of many in a world which was unlocked to me by Wizard #55.

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