And suddenly, wizards.

He stroked his beard thoughtfully.

His name was Jerry Coshequin, the High Wizard of Traam, also known as The Necromancer. He wanted to be known as The Necromancer because he was embarrassed of his real name. Nobody was going to take a wizard called Jerry very seriously.

The Necromancer stroked his beard, because it was a natural thing for wizards to stroke their beards, and also because he was thinking – strictly in a sagacious manner – about how best to slay the evil dragon that kept gallivanting into the city and setting everything in sight on fire, apparently just for fun. Jerry quite liked fire, actually. It was his specialty when it came to magic. The problem was that the things the dragon set on fire tended to include the townspeople, and that upset the king.

As the High Wizard of Traam, it was Jerry’s duty to serve the king, and by extension the townspeople. The king of Traam happened to be his brother, Archibald Coshequin, more formally King Arch The Pernicious. It goes without saying that Archibald was a rather unfortunate name for a king.

Jerry heard footsteps behind him and turned around just in time to meet his awkward apprentice, Bleeble, running straight for him.

“Master, master!” said the apprentice. “The dragon’s back again, and she just set fire to old Jack Noir’s house. Something needs to be done!”

“This is unprecedented,” said Jerry. He wasn’t expecting the dragon to be back just then. He hadn’t figured a way out to defeat it yet, but he had better drive it away at least. But she was a tough dragon, and Jerry could have used some help. He looked down at his apprentice.

“We’re going to need more wands.”

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Wrote this myself because I was bored after exams were over. I was inspired by something else I’d read.

I actually like it a little. Maybe I’ll even try to finish it. That is, if I get any more ideas. I kinda went blank after that last line.