"The Boundaries are endless to those to Seek an End.
But to those who Seek only Beginnings
There is but One Way.
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Don't
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Back."

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A #WRITCO Spellbinder

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WIZARDS
AND
WARRIORS

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In Wartswood, where whispers of magic abide,
Where the moon's glow kisses the cloaks of the night,
Four figures converge, with a quest to divide:
Witch, Warlock, Wizard, and Wrench, in a quest so alike.

The Book of Spells, a tome so divine,
Guards its secrets in an ancient stone chamber.
A dragon-like creature, the Wily Wartswood Wyvern,
Picks three trials, as a guardian so clever.

"Speak words," it riddles, "that dance and take flight,
Conjure them forth, let them shimmer in the moon's light."
The Witch, first to try, "Incantare Verba," she spun,
Her syllables weaving a lattice of night.

The Warlock stepped next, with a smirk on his face,
"Volo Scribo," he uttered, the words took their place.
The Wizard, not one to be outdone, "Vocare Scriptura,"
Each letter a spark, in the air they did twirl, a fiery scriptura.

The Wrench, the last, "What can I, a mere mortal, achieve?"
The Wyvern chuckled, "Just speak what you conceive."
With a twirl of her wrench, she whispered, "Wrench Words Free,"
And alphabets danced in metallic symphony.

"Now find me," said Warts, "the potion so rare,
Where the Phoenix's tear meets the Kraken's despair."
They scoured the lands, through the night and the dawn,
Seeking ingredients for a brew not often drawn.

The Witch found it, a tear gleaming with hope,
The Warlock, a scale from the Kraken's deep grope.
The Wizard, a feather, a gift from...