He gently rubbed his daughter’s head and kissed his life-mate’s cheek.
“You must stay within the ten foot thaumaturgic circle that I’ve drawn upon the floor. Do not come to me. Do not stray regardless of what you see or hear!” Klarje urged.
“Our judges can show mercy. Do you think this entity will show you mercy? Is the fiend that approaches of Nature or Magick? It is certainly evil! Magick! Had our world never have seen its coming!” Cassi Klarje pleaded as Wyndam pulled away.
“I must do what I can. There is nothing left for it,” Wyndam said resolutely.
Cassi cried as she watched her life-mate gather material components from the old tattered bovine-hide container that had passed down through generations of his family. The sorcerer gathered his robe, an old staff, and a small phial of water.
Wyndam conjured, placed a small ball of dried Phoenix dung on the floor, and ignited it with a flint. The dung smoldered and permeated the air with the very pleasant scent typical of the beautiful rare white birds. A pleasant blue glow surrounded the circle he had drawn on the floor of his pastoral home and covered the faces of Cassi and little Morianna. Wyndam completed the Protection from Evil Spell. He then uttered an incantation, rubbed a small drop of mercury over his robe, and completed the Resist Fire Spell. Although unsure how much the spell would help against the ring of fire that observers said surrounded the massive Fire Demon that approached Lakeside, Wyndam knew it helped against fire-based Magick.
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