Hi, it’s your First Knight again, reminding you that there is still time for you to let us know who you think is Fiction’s Greatest Wizard. You can leave your choice in the comments here, or in the comments on the original post.
So far, Raistlin Majere (from the DragonLance series of books) and Harry Potter (I probably don’t need to elaborate on this one) have been chosen. If you think someone else is deserving of the title of Fiction’s Greatest Wizard, let us know who it is in the comments and leave a sentence or two on why you think your choice is the correct choice.
Join in the debate!!!!
Hello again, good people of the Kingdom. It is I, Revis, your First Knight. I have come before you today to ask that you head over here, to my corner of the woods, and help us determine, once and for all, who Fiction’s Greatest Wizard is.
You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.
Thank you Simon for challenging me. I’m still not sure about it.
Photo shows our faces smiling
Eternal love placed in a frame.
Outside shows faces contortimg
unbeknownst inside the frame.
Anger in our faces rising
Never betrayed by the frame.
Tempers uncontrolled and hurling
Shattered faces broken panes.
I regained consciousness with a tube in my trachea, many more attached to my body, and an expression on your face that I could not discern.
I tried to tell you that I remember the accident in its entirety and ask if anyone survived. If anyone died, my life would be truly pointless. The others in the car were my mom, sister, nephew, and your parents.
If my sister died, her children would become orphans, as their father died nearly two years ago. If she survived and my nephew died, she would be devastated with the loss of a child and a spouse, within two years. If my mom and your parents died, we would have the loss of both parents in common, along with our love of football (soccer as others call it). The possibilities were endless. I needed to know that all others survived.
You left the room. You left again. I tried to yell for you to come back. You leaving is what helped this chain of events. I know it sounds selfish, but I need to know your intentions from that night and why you ran away from me.
The tube prevented any of those words from escaping and I blacked out.
I remember the day we met. I was at the apartment office making sure my rent payment cleared. You were applying for your residency. You asked how long I lived in the community and if I would recommend it to a friend. I responded 12 years and I did just recommend the last unit to a friend, so you were probably SOL due to that recommendation. I quickly added a, “Just kidding and good luck” to my response. You asked me my name and I said and spelled it. It is a difficult name to spell. I returned the question. You answered. I asked you if it was spelled with “ea, au or aw” as it could be spelled many different ways. You told me you would text me for the avoidance of doubt. I retorted that it was a clever way to ask for someone’s phone number, but I gave it. My phone buzzed with your number and the word “Shawn”.