The Sorcerer's Imps

Part 2 of 3 - The not really Sorcerer and his not actually Imps

Kevyn got to his knees, then slowly to his feet. He started to say something as he rose to his feet but she had already trotted far enough to pretend it was too far to hear. He took off after her, then suddenly slid to a stop on the muddy path as he realized the reason for the mission stood thirty paces up the hill. The sorcerer stood beneath the weird light emitted by the crystal, a huge toothy grin on his face, even amidst the thick shag of ebony black beard and mustache his teeth were unusually white as the queen had said, as if glowing from within and not a reflection from the crystal.

Kevyn paused briefly then decided the best course of action was a straight, shock and awe charge that ended in his target being chopped in half by his sword. He imagined that grin being frozen on the sorcerer’s face as the top half of his body flopped to the ground like a fallen tree. He imagined the magic that terrified his queen being abruptly cut off and himself returning as a victorious warrior a…