Wishes from Andor

Sofiel. She had completed her evening devotional after a long day tending to the sick in the chapel. She looked out the window trying to maintain the state of focused calm her devotion brought her. However, as with the last few nights she could not keep her mind focused. The child she had treated, the young girl whose seacret she now held. The child had the capacity for magic. The curse of magic would lead to enslavement or more likely as she had seen before the pyre as a witch. She had seen it before and the screams of the children as they were burned still haunted her. Then through the window she sees it the fall. A new Dragon was arriving and bringing with it a moment of opportunity. She didn’t stop to think about her choice her life was dedicated to helping others and she would trade her souls or mind to save an innocent. She made her wish asking for the child’s magic to be removed in exchange for whatever the powerful being wanted. She felt an answer in affirmative as a portal snapped open beside her and she knew if she stepped through the child’s magical potential would leave with her.

Celestine. She stood on the practice field looking at the other young noblewoman who had finished their training. In her mother’s time these young women would have been helping to manage estates, look for suitors, and plan for their wedding. Now they planed defense, practiced at arms and planed for their loved ones funerals. The northern raiders had been pushing hard this generation some great chieftain had united a large number of the tribes and they were pushing hard. Celestine side and slumped as the last of her fellow made knights left. She looked out and felt the tears threatening. Two of her brothers dead one badly hurt and her farther and mother aged beyond their years. If only the sea walls could be built the people could fight from a strong position. It would allow them to hold of the long ships and buy time, time for more men to come of age, time for the rest of the kingdom to send reinforcements, time for her to find a strong man to aide her family. She held back the despair, at this point she would even consider the blasphemy of offering herself to one of the few great dragons if it would actually protect her homeland and not just take her and her dowry for its hoard then do nothing. Then, as darkness fell, she looked up and a streak of fire, it was a dragonfall! This could be the answer. It was blasphemy to wish for a dragons aid, but what had praying to Andea gotten her? Nothing, that’s what, so she stiffened her back and made her wish to the new great dragon as it arrived, if it could create the walls to protect her people then she would offer it whatever it asked. A glowing portrall opened beside her and she knew if she stepped through not only would the walls become real she may find all she dreamed of and more. Taking up her shield and weapons she stepped through.

Azralynn. Azralynn grumbled to herself as she sat in the forest clearing. The blasted drake was being stubborn and not being willing to work with her unless she produced a whelp for it. Blasted dragon, she hadn’t had this much trouble with a dragon in a long time and it was frustrating. She rubbed her stomach, she had no problem laying dragons but birthing whelps was such a time sink, and she would be tied to the drake for several years. If only she had the power to become a true Archmage. She wouldn’t have to bicker and trade with these lesser dragons, she could bargain with the truly powerful dragons as an equal. A deep sigh left her lips “Wish in one hand, spit on the other see which one holds something.” Then something caught her attention a dissonance in the world’s energy. She jerked up and gapped at the burning path in the sky. A Dragonfall, she could hardly believe it, quickly she cast out her wish. For the power of an Archmage she would spend the rest of her life pumping out children for a greater dragon and have no regrets. As the portal snapped open she felt a wicked laugh run up her back, maybe that offer was a little to open, oh well she stepped through.

Bixi. Bixi sat on the balcony. This was looking like it would be another short commission. The lord was a bit of a bore and his lady wife was very insecure. Bixi knew that even though she would never let the lord touch her his wife was likely already planning to get rid of the new court mage. It didn’t help that the local head of the church had the lady’s ear and would be more than willing to use that to speed her banishment or arrest. She grumbled under her breath. This was looking to be another short job that she would likely leave one step ahead of the lords soldiers. She wished some times she had stayed as an apprentice of the old arch mage. But her spirit just hadn’t been able to stay in that old tower. As she sat in contemplation she felt a trimmer in the magic of the world. Jerking up her eyes opened wide. The burning trail of a Dragonfall a soul from beyond this world with knowledge and experience no one here held. Jumping to her feat she magically gathered her possessions and made her wish. As the portal opened a fist slammed the door and a voice roared “ Open to the law witch you are under arrest for ensourseling the lord!” One step ahead of the lords men indeed she stepped through the portal.