Let us return to the list prompt. In our writing today, we have to use each of the following words: stars, circle, smoke, age.
Went to Mother Goose with Max again this morning and... I wasn't the only dad! Exciting times.
Sit down and be still child. I have much to tell you and little breath left in my body with which to do so. This is important. Vital.
I speak to you of the Age of Wonders.
There was a man who walked these very woods in those days, a great man. A magician - a real one, not like those charlatans you see on your televisions and computers and such things. He needed no smoke, no mirrors. Just the right ingredients for a particular spell and a moment of concentration.
He could have ruled us all, if he so wished. We were lucky that he had other desires. I have always thought so, at least.
Quiet child! I will not be interrupted. No time for that, not much time at all...
I met this man only twice. It would have only been once had I any say in the matter, but I did not. It is that second meeting that I must speak of now. Pay very careful attention. Pretend that your life depends on absorbing all that follows.
Do not look at me like that. You are in no danger at this moment. Be at ease, for now.
On the night of my second encounter with this master of magic, the stars seemed brighter than usual. As though they had slipped closer to our planet in order to get a better view of what would pass before the sun rose to chase them back to their rightful places.
I had received my instructions a week previous, delivered by a messenger with a ghastly scar on his face. It did not take me long to find the circle I was directed to stand within. The magician described its position well and the trees surrounding it seemed to lean away from it, as though in horror.
Can't you see how they shrink back, all around us? Especially, to my eye, the one you are sitting against now...