Blood of Four Dragons (6 page)

Zebial and Iezlear landed in the secret grove of Bultan deep in the wilds of the Sharmdewmon forest. Hidden from the sight of the fog crystal as well as any nosy neighbors, Bultan changed his form as they landed. Changing from an old and seemingly frail wizard to a beast half dragon and half man almost as large as Zebial, “This requires an eye to eye conversation,” Bultan the dragon wizard man snarled. The now, three dragons, chortled before beginning their serious conversation. “Obviously, our plans have been changed by Zangonath’s abominations, spoke Bultan, we no longer have the luxury of waiting.” “What shall we do about this undead army Bultan, these thousands upon thousands of innocent people must we destroy them all, is there no way to save them and destroy this evil wizard?” Iezlear asked. “That remains to be seen,” spoke Bultan. “First we must stop him from doing this to others; he currently seems limited by the reach of the fog crystal’s resonance which is directly related to the possessor of the fog crystal’s magical powers. If he figures a way around this limitation there could be none left for us to save and no reason to wake your siblings!” “Where does this fog crystal originate, perhaps there is a counter balance crystal to eliminate or soften this necromancy?” Spoke Zebial. Bultan growled deeply and began to return to his original size and appearance with ease. “Let me think upon this, there may be a way within magic to counter this abomination, I must meditate upon the abyss, and answers shall come.” Turning, the now frail old wizard slowly walked back a few steps and rested upon a smooth stone.