The Wizard and the Witch

Once up on a time, in a land far far away, lived a Wizard. But he wasn’t just any wizard, he was the Wizard of Kha.

The land of Kha was ever so grateful to the Wizard for saving it when doom decided to knock on its door. But victory did not come easy to the wizard. He faced a great loss. He had to sacrifice the Witch he so dearly loved.

A millennium has passed since that day. The land of Kha no longer exists. It was washed away in the floods that destroyed the place and all the people that lived there during the dark ages.

Only one soul lives in Kha. In a dark corner of the lost city, stands a battered but elegant fort that houses the Wizard.

Dark Arts

Day after day, all the wizard does is look out of the window, at the forests that have engulfed what used to be one of the most prosperous city in the world. All that it is now is a hunting ground for werewolves and creatures so dangerous, that no one dares of even thinking about venturing in to these lands.

The Wizard’s eyes were full or remorse. Sadness that he had hung on to for over a 1,000 years had anything but reduced. In fact, it had just grown with every passing day, hour, minute, second.

Staring out in to the darkness, all he can do is question his decision to let the Witch go for a place that doesn’t exist anymore.

But the silence of over 300 years is shattered when he hears a knock on his door. No one had dared to set foot on these lands for ages and now someone had. And it was knocking on the Wizard’s door.

Picking up his wand, the Wizard slowly inched his way to the door. ‘Who is it?’ said a firm, coarse voice. A voice he hadn’t heard for a while now.

There was no reply.

Bracing himself, he opened the door ready to cast a spell on whatever was on the other side.

His wand dropped at the sight of what stood on the other side. It felt like his world was crumbling around him. He had just heard about this in the whispers the air had brought. But this was the first time the wizard was face to face with someone that looked like his long-lost love, the Witch.

“Kya aapke toothpaste me namak hai?” she asked.

The Wizard collapsed immediately. Evil had found him. And he wasn’t half as powerful as he was when he had protected the Land of Kha for the first time. He didn’t survive.

But the namak did.

 

Fin.