The Four Sorcerers

The Four Sorcerers; Salvador, Tamas, Azura and Stefan stood tall above a valley of ice and crystal. The icy valley stretched far ahead of them until it reached the ocean although from where they were, it looked as if it went on forever. Crystal Mountains towered above them, rigid and glossy and their pointy tops glinting in the thin sun light. Salvador, the oldest of all the sorcerers, wore a light blue robe and he had a short brown trimmed beard. Tamas stood proud next to him in his black shining robe with lights dancing around him. Stefan fixed his green robe which was green as grass, just like his hair, but darker and most unnatural.

Azura's sleek, long golden hair fell around her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling in wonder. Her beautiful face was pale among the amount of light shining through the clouds. They lived in a cave in the Valley Of Ice. That was their safest place for now after constantly being pestered and followed by Aviel. He wanted to learn more of them and somehow steal their magic like his wife Andorra was wanting. They couldn't let that happen.

Aviel would never know where they were.

The End

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