His hands controlled powerful things that many universes had seen the talents of. They controlled feelings, emotions and people. He had the power to change lives for good or evil, he would decide. Many men with this power seem to always be manipulative, merciless and life destroying Wizard Alfred was no different. His purple cloak eased charisma as he worked his crystal ball. With fingers that had seen many magical spells he chanted away on his lasted whim. His beard was as long as the Milky Way and as white as a puffy cloud. No magician would be able to live without his hat. Wizard Alfred’s hat was tall and enchanted with secrets from many worlds. It was infact always quite scary to be in his supernatural realm especially with eyes as piercing as a moon on a cool summer night.
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