Odarin the Good Wizard
Chapter 11

The Trap

The Bluff is where time stops. The Bluff does not care for minutes or hours, it doesn’t care for days and hardly for years. A mountain only regards the eons. In the rocky trails Odarin could forget about everything, he could just move in a place where yesterday was

inconsequential and tomorrow also.But right now he had a smaller group now of Goblins hell bent on his destruction and demise clambering up the rock face to where he was sitting peacefully waiting for them. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Odarins amber eyes opened wide as he stared off into the distance. This place, it was so beautiful. It made Odarin feel something deep within him. He allowed his eyes to wonder along the small brown hills and valleys, following dry creek beds and bare trees. His eyes traced the line of the horizon and paused on the broad mountains towering above it.

The jagged peaks of the snow-capped mountains caused a stirring in his soul. A thirst for adventure and beauty awakened in his heart and flowed out into the tips of her toes, making him want to run straight into the embrace of the proud mountains...just as Raag’s hand come over the top of the very stone he was sitting next to in his comfy chair.

Odarin was right, Raag had lost more than half of his followers who had fallen to their doom on the way up the mountain and they were all weary and pissed off at how happy Odarin looked in his huge brown leather chair with a cold glass of apple juice with ice cubes floating in it clinking their sound to the ears and minds of Ragg and his now proud and angry tribe of 7 Goblins.

“Gotcha now frisky whiskers” stated Raag getting himself self in order to administer and exact some Goblin revenge.

“No Raag... I'm sorry my dear fellow you don’t please look behind me at what is sitting curled up waiting for her food to arrive....and that would be YOU!” said Odarin lifting his right arm over his chair and pointing to one of the biggest dragons Raag and his tribe of followers had ever seen in the short but miserable lives.

Dragons had a way about them, a slowness and grace. In the summer sun they would be out there on the rocks, taking the warmth in through their scales. They would doze that way for hours and perhaps that is how they feel happy, resting just so. In the wintry weather they hibernated, having fed on elk and large bears ( and Goblins ) in the autumn.

We’d know when they awoke by the calling in the hills, those deep voices, beautiful in their rawness, echoing from the rocks. No matter how often we saw them fly, gliding with outstretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, Raag and his now trembling followers held their breath for a moment, eyes wide as Odarin addressed the exhausted Goblins who were all hating being in the bright sunlight with no shade or cover to hide them.

“NOW... you see I have you at an advantage Raag old bean...if you so much as touch me you are toast and well on your way to being digested by this beautiful creature I have befriended and there are only two ways off The Bluff....one is past Syndut, Destroyer Of Men..oh and by the way Goblins as well or you climb your way back down the mountain face and we forget this ever happened...so what is it going to be hmmmm?”

“I hate yoo Wizards” bleated Raag still gasping for his breath after such a long climb up the mountain.

4 of the Goblins tried to sneak past Syndut and she swatted them like fly’s with her huge clawed paw and threw the mess and mangled bodies into her mouth and starting chewing on them then she swallowed. Raag was petrified now and decided to climb down The Bluff but not before hurling more abuse at Odarin who casually sipped in this icy cold drink and once Raag was out of sight and two more of his followers lost their grip and fell to their doom Odarin stood up and waved his wand at Syndut and she vanished...but with a full tummy.

He then sat down and closed his eyes to have a well earned sleep before deciding on where he should head to next on his adventure. Raag made it to the bottom of The Bluff and lived out his days in the dark forest recruiting many bad ass Goblins to take revenge on Odarin the Wizard but it never eventuated to anything because Odarin was far too smart for him and avoided that forest every again by putting a red cross on his trusty map to mark the places NOT TO CAMP AT!

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