The Wizards Duel

Prologue

The boy examined the picture on the page of his book and carefully stitched the image onto the glove. The details were very precise, and if he did not get them right, the glove would be useless. He worked all night, stitching in letters and pictures, not stopping even when his candle went out. By then, the sun had begun to rise, and there was enough light to work by.

At last, he finished. He studied the glove, his eyes flitting from one image to another. It was perfect. There would be no stopping him now.

"Are you ready to die, Uther?" he murmured. "Are you ready to watch your kingdom fall into the hands of your enemies?"

He chuckled to himself, then placed the glove into his pack. He glanced out the window of his small hut. He should leave now. It was a long journey to Camelot.