Save me a Story – Sorcery and Secrets

This is the continuing story of my adventures in the tale: Save me a Story. If you wish to read the introduction to understand what is happening, click this link: 

https://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=3431 

Otherwise, I’ve tried to summarize what happened at the beginning of most of the sections of this story.  

Sorcery and Secrets

Necroma was in all her glory. Everything was going to plan. She even was bold enough to start sharing her story with the world. A story of wickedness and enchantment. A story of power and control. She, alone, was the heroine. She, alone, came out on top. However, her desire to make her name and story known was only known to the few that already worshiped her. She knew the time would come when all would know her story. She couldn’t wait for it.

The lesser wizards and witches accepted what Necroma said and had to offer. For in their own minds, they saw themselves as part of her story, an important part. They were blindsided by dreams of power and glory and assumed that part of Necroma’s success would be theirs too. So they all followed like little trained puppy dogs without knowing what she really had in store for them. 

Grenwin, one of her lower wizards, accompanied her on her latest visit to the Island of Lorn. 

He walked through the streets, watching the new inhabitants as they walked glassy-eyed with no purpose or understanding of their situation. He saw the limited conversation between individuals, usually asking questions of each other, with no responses being given. In some respects, it made him sad for their lot. In other respects, it made him feel even more powerful, as if he was the one that had accomplished all this. 

During one of these walks, Grenwin came upon a piece of paper blowing along the ground. He bent down, picked it up, and read it to himself. It said:

The power that you all seek

The one in charge just plans to keep

Remember this while you’re still free

Or else you’ll be like all you see

A time will come to make a choice

Remember well to use your voice.

Grenwin did not know what to think of this but was not foolish enough to ignore it. This could be a magical test that Necroma had set up to test his loyalty, or it could be a foretelling of the truth, which meant he needed to be prepared. 

He tucked the note in a pocket well hidden in his clothes. 

He thought he might casually canvass some of the wiser enchanters of Necroma’s party to gauge their thoughts without revealing the paper he found. But he would have to be careful. If Necroma got any scent of what he was doing, he knew where he would end up—just another lost soul on Lorn. 

And that is how it was. Grenwin continued playing the role of lapdog to Necroma. However, he also gathered some thoughts from others in his group about their perceptions of her end goal.

Continued in…Trouble