Odarin the Good Wizard

Last Day of Wizard School quite a few years earlier than his recent picture.

“Now class it has been an honour and a privilege to teach you all the magic, conjuring, transformations and spells that myself, Anetrix Ibis, your Head Wizard here at the Grand Mountain Grammar School for Wizards and I wish for you all a safe, wondrous life filled with adventure, excitement, thrills, joy and prosperity to all of you...well done... and class dismissed!!”

And with that being said the entire classroom threw their hats in the air and collectively shook each others hands to congratulate one another and there was much hilarity and good will shared amongst the graduates. It was a great relief to have finally pushed his way through the years of learning, tests, learning and more tests to be finally over and done with all that had to be learned to attain the purple Wizarding robes and hat that denoted that you were a proper Wizard and not some run of the mill amateur.

Spells were cast in the classroom filling it with smoke dragons, exploding water bombs and a great time was had by all of the graduating class who seemed highly anxious to get to the local Wizarding haunt down town to imbibe on some well deserved pints of light ale, cider and scrumpy.

Many of the students had jobs awaiting them after they completed their studies in the great magic halls of knowledge and were keen to put the Grand Mountain Grammar School for Wizards behind them and continue on to their newly appointed tasks for their new employers.

If you graduated well from the school in certain areas of magic special awards and trinkets were attached to your robes to signify how important you were and how much you had learned to the general passerby who do well to avoid you at all costs if the awards were of a sinister nature.

Some of these awards were as follows....

Secrets of Greed

Vow of Delight

Oath of the Lion

Renewed Spark of Absorption

Light Enchantment of Trouble

Impeccable Charge of Life Stealing

Fortified Grace of Awareness

Symbol of Mythic Blades

Charge of Glorious Weakness

Vow of Lesser Paradise

Everyone in the class that graduated had three or maybe as more as ten of these trinkets on their robes...except one Wizard who was quite happy that he only had two. These two trinkets meant the world to him. His name was Odarin Saxton Denag, Wizard First Class with Honours and two award winning trinkets he knew he would use and become very popular doing so.

His first trinket that he wore proudly on his robe was The Breath of Love and the second was The Blessed Badge of Evocation. Now not many of his other Wizard friends knew this but...he also had trinkets that were as follows, Memory Manipulation, Super Stamina, Slowed Ageing, Healing Powers, Enhanced Invisibility and a host of other really handy spells and things he could conjure at will, he just didn’t like ‘blowing his own horn’ about the skills he had attained.

He came to the school and learn he did...with first class distinction in all areas.

Now that his learning days were over and his skills sharpened to a fine edge it was off into the world to see what wrongs he could right and make a difference to his own world by acting and reacting on a calm sensible level. It didn’t seem that hard to do. He sat back down one last time in the desk he had been sitting at for 7 years and lifted the lid to take out his notebooks, pens and ink bottle that he had used at all times.

It was a bit sad to be handing his desk over to the next young hopeful who would be sitting where he did listen to the head Wizards prattle on about this and that and what spell would work exceedingly well against ill mannered Trolls, dwarfs and most of all Goblins.

Odarin was ready and placed his books in his knapsack and touched his desk with one hand and whispered.....“Goodbye old friend...be kind to the next person as you were with me” and thus ended his school life and now his real life was about to begin....in earnest coupled with excitement. But not before going to the local pub with his classmates and emptying the pub of all alcoholic beverages they could wrap their lips around before the local Wizard Police were called and they sent everyone staggering on their way home to all of their own houses, shanti’s, pup tents and holes in caves that they all lived in.....all except Odarin, who was sober and had a purpose to his walk that meant he was headed somewhere special.

Authors Note: He hasn’t told me where he was going... but I’ll bet it’s somewhere good.