In the night after two weeks, the jealous glassmakers held an envious cookout. They invited noone but themselves for they see that noone else was fit to join their merrymaking. In the midst of their merriment, they spotted a bright sparkle in the distant woods like a star had fallen there, but it wasn't stationary, it was moving like planet across the sky.

It had piqued their interest greatly. They followed it into the darkest parts of the woods until they found its source. It was cartful of glassware in the middle of a clearing. Piles of clear glass orbs, statues, and various pots, plates, and cups sat in the cart like glistening treasure. The glistening crystalline glass rivaled the sheen of the most precious of gems.

The jealous glassmakers stared at the pieces, almost drooling at their beauty. They wish to make the stranger's treasure their own. They looked at the man carting the glass away, and they shockingly found out that it was the glassmaker they despise. The salamander was sitting on the pile, guarding the glasses from falling off.

The jealous glassmakers watched with envy. The glassmaker halted in the middle of the clearing, as if waiting for someone to appear. The jealous men planned a wanton ambush to steal the glassen gems as theirs.

The clock soon threatened to strike midnight. The bright full moon hovered in the fair sky peacefully. The wind refused to blow in such tense air. The stars above twinkled with uncertainty. The glassmaker sweated, anxious for something that's yet to come.

"Rest your thoughts, Anthony. All will be well," the salamander spoke, showing its speckled purplish back.

"All will be done after this ordeal, but I have fear that I may have failed," the glassmaker answered.

"Pay no heed to such thoughts, Anthony. He chose you, therefore, he believes you are capable of succeeding the task," the salamander replied and moved to sit on Anthony's shoulder.

"How, salamander? What if I'm not good enough?"

"Glassmaker, he gave you years. He gave you aids. He wanted you to succeed. You've come a very long way since you were found. Have confidence in your handicraft."

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"I try."

The jealous glassmakers was about to set their nasty plan to action, but a sudden boom broke their train of thought. Almost from nowhere, a wyrm of gigantic proportions appeared. The jealous glassmakers fell back into the dark bushes.

The glassmaker and salamander were visibly nervous. They rattled lightly as they stood before the mighty serpent of glass. Its head was as high as three grown men standing on each other's shoulders. Its eyes were giant glossy globes reminiscent of the moon. Its translucent scales were like hard and colorful opal. Two antlers pointing backwards grew like gnarling spiraling leafless trees on its head. It rested before itself its glassy forelimbs that was stout like ancient trees. It casted no shadow but its mere presence under the moonlight created a dazzling display of rainbows and colorful sparkles and rays.

The mighty wyrm looked upon Anthony, the glassmaker, and the salamander as if it was judging them. The serpent lowered its head so it may look upon his subjects in eye level, but its head was too large and the glassmaker and salamander still had to tilt their heads up so they may look upon him in the eyes.

The jealous glassmakers stood bedazzled in the bushes. Their jaws dropped as low as the ground. They were mesmerized by the beautiful lightshow before their very eyes.

"Your brilliance, glad to--," the salamander started, but the jealous glassmakers interrupted.

"Aha! We should have known. We knew that such beauty you make was humanly impossible! You sold your soul to that glass devil," the jealous glassmakers shouted and jumped out of their hiding.

"That's untrue, fellow glass--" the glassmaker tried to explain but the jealous ones wouldn't listen.

"We won't let your words twist our wills. We'll burn the evil off of you," the jealous glassmakers howled. They wielded their weapons of broken branches and stones. They charged and growled into the clearing.

The glassmaker and salamander stared with fear. The jealous men's presence were not seen beforehand. They fear that it would ruin their impressions on the glassen one.

The wyrm raised his talons and blocked the way the jealous glassmakers, making them halt in their paths. The serpent raised his head and bared his ivory teeth.

"Who are you to interrupt this ritual? You have the gall of showing yourselves before me, proclaiming me a devil, my consort, witches," the wyrm growled.

The jealous glassmakers paled. They had not thought this through. The wyrm's shadow was shimmering instead of enshrouding. They just felt how truly afraid they were.

"The true witches are you. You did not sell your soul to the devil but let it be consumed and purchased by your spite. I can feel it emanate from frail bones. Leave now before I decide it's best to get rid of your existence."

The wyrm huffed and a cloud of glass dust came out. The jealous glassmakers turned tail and fled back into the darkness of the forest. When the jealous men could no longer be seen and sensed, the glass serpent hid his ivory teeth and turned his attention back to the couple, Anthony and the salamander.