Thomas had been the Abbot of the the Colstean refuge for more than five years and trouble had never been worse. Each day, more and more came seeking respite from the great war going on outside his walls. He rose every morning with the sun and went back to bed hours after the sun had retired for the evening. It was with the same determined plan that Thomas rose on this new day to the sounds of battle outside of his gates.
The war had finally climbed the hills in chase of a group of injured men attempting to seek safety. Thomas looked out his high window to see goblins and rock hide ogres bashing down his gates. The people’s fear was clear and many showed the terror of their expected demise on their faces. Thomas quickly ran to his bookshelf and grabbed a large tome with gold writing down the spine. He dashed down the stairs instructing everyone toward the dining hall, the only room large enough to hold most of the survivors gathered there. If only he had more time, he could gather everyone.
Thomas gazed out the open door of the hall, watching as the gates fell. People were trampled and the life left their bodies just as the last few were drawn into the hall, and only moments before the first blast of fire came from the goblin mages. Thomas opened his tome and began to read. As his words echoed through the room it shook, but looking out the still open door of the hall, the enemy halted. It was as if a large shimmering wall separated the death from the life that now seemed to fill the room. Thomas never stopped reading and as he read the wall seemed to become stronger and hold. Thomas continued to read. He watched from the corner of his eye as they executed each survivor who could not get inside his wall. They set flame to the rest of his refuge. He fought back tears as they set fire to his library, the years he had spent to gather each of the tomes with so many magical secrets. He dare not break concentration or else they would all meet their end as well.
Thomas read for 12 hours and the ogres finally grew bored and left to find something else to kill.
He read for 24 hours and the goblin mages still waited for his will to break.
After 72 hours, and right as he felt his will finally slip, he thought he was dreaming. For his wall outside, pillars of fire rained down on the goblin mages. Thomas awoke two days later to find they had held long enough for the army to send reinforcements. Thomas finally broke into tears, for he knew his books did not make it.