Magic in the Stew

"Notoriety changes everything” the sage agreed. He stroked his beard tentatively.

Puck waited for him to continue. Gandalfo had been picking at his food - pushing it around his plate - using his magic to separate the stew, idly waving his hand over it, whilst the carrots danced in perfect formation and re-assembled themselves back from the cuts.

The herbs even began to grow again … Absentmindedly Gandalfo had instilled a little life force into his dinner, which was now hovering an inch above the table.

“Stop playing with your food”, Puck berated the elderly Master.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Ring Thing

“Oh no, don’t go telling me that you are going to take credit for the ring thing, because I am not having it.”

It had crossed Puck’s mind. He did love a good story.

“No, of course I had no part in it - not the end bit, or the middle bit at least. But I would like a little credit in finding those little furry friends and introducing them to the old Wizard.”

“That was a very long time ago - let us just focus on the task at hand shall we? Was it meat pies or mince pies that this old pyrotech prefers?”

“Blackbird pie”, Goober said awkwardly.

Just then the bell sounded at the door.

“This is exciting" he said, “it's been far too long.”


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Who's coming to Dinner

“Gandalfo? You’ve invited Gandalfo! Well, well - I say, we better get ready to prepare.”

Goober was beside himself. He had always been a suck for celebrities. He could not help becoming overwhelmed energetically by the famous and the powerful - their glamour was way too much for the humble Elf.

“I don’t see what the fuss is about dear fellow”, Puck said mildly.

"All too calm he is,” Goober thought to himself.

“We knew him long before he was memorialised in that epic” Puck chided, reading his thoughts.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Azlan on Worry

Worry is the transport of the minor demons, and as such, worries precipitate disease and malfunction.

Let life be life, and it will find its way.

Trust in the wisdoms about you - and if you yourself cannot add to a positive outcome, let those who can, lead the path forward.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Without a Worry in the World

Life was so much easier without a worry in the World. For it is only in this World that we have worries to dog our thinking, and cast doubts before we ever begin.

Heaven does not abide any kind of self lament, or tedious nag - and even with the greatest cares of all, they are manifest through love and purpose, and never defined by worry.

Worry is insatiable - it erodes the future ere it begins.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Miracles & Murmur

Willem van Mieris 

“What am I to do now?” the desperate man [Brother Theo] entreated.

“Go back to your vespers and give a prayer of thanks” - replied the sophisticated Monk somewhat heartlessly.

“But Brother, you do not understand.”

However it was no use, as Murmur had already gone - as was his want to leave straight away after a healing.

By all appearances this act had become no more than flinging mud from his sandal, as he found these miracles in his later years bewilderingly tiresome.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Heaven can Wait

Brother Theo was not an impious man, but rather, it could be said, that he was acutely dutiful - reprimanding himself unforgivingly for every infraction and untoward slip, continuously. For it was, that he sought the Heavenly reward far more than life itself.

His suicide was not really impetuous, for he had been preparing for it, for this, for most of his life.

When Murmur had discovered him, Theo’s neck was displaced, and his head faced the East, whilst his body faced the West.

In just minutes the deceased man was revived.

Murmur was no longer young himself, and as such, had witnessed so many resurrections he had lost count of them. He literally thought nothing of it.

But to the soul he had ‘saved’ it was an entirely different matter.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances