Mathew Borg

The End of Magic

The cavern rumbled as the four took their places for a meeting as rare as seeing another man’s dreams. The darkness betrayed nothing of the nature of the participants but soon was banished as a gout of flame issued forth from one of them, catching the brazier in the centre of the cave and bathing the area in a soft, warm glow. The largest of the four chuckled, a sound of stone grinding on stone as he surveyed his comrades. His massive head swivelled this way and that, the dark amber of his eyes catching in the firelight.