“I dunno.”
Nostradamus*
Today I pretty
much finalized the story I'm looking to get published. I'm probably
going to submit it to the magazine tomorrow so yay!
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Fuel of
a Magical Weapon
All the weapons
of war require energy. You know this. Immediately you might of the
fuel in tanks or fighter jets. But think of others. There's
gunpowder. The fuel behind the bullets that can go straight into
someone's heart. There's also food. Bread or rice. It's been the fuel
of war since ancient times. It powers a person's body as they pull a
string on a bow or toss a spear. And even the tiniest components of
the world can be fuel. The atom bomb showed another kind of fuel to
the world.
And in another
world. A mirror world with humans just like us, effectively another
Earth, a plotting demon from the darkest corner's of God's vision
introduced a new kind of fuel. Their world was a few hundred years
behind us and didn't have the same weapons of war that we did. But he
had plenty. He had bombs as powerful as ours. But his were magical.
The demon found
a land on a losing side of a war and a panicked queen on the edge of
hope. She had ruled the land for twenty years with the brutal army
her late father had cultivated before he passed when she came to
power. But they were losing to the armies of the enemies.
He appealed to
her desperation. The demon looked to make a deal. Simple business.
She had plenty of money. He had plenty of weapons. She had the
demand. He approached her as a demon. It was an open transaction.
For his hefty
price he gave her a magic map of her land for defense and magic maps
of all her enemies lands for offense. She would put her finger on one
place and from the sky meteors made of lighting and fire would fall
for miles around the location her finger touched. They would go after
those who opposed her. With risks there would be allies in the
crossfire the demon warned her. But the queen intended to bombard the
enemy lands until they surrendered anyway.
There was one
extra catch that made the queen hesitant. The fuel for this weapon
was the souls of her own people. Magic required something to have a
bang just like any else. She asked why she couldn't just use the
souls of her enemies. In response he pointed to a black pit outside
her castle. He told her that they would have to walk into it to be
sacrificed.
The queen made
her decision to take the demon's deal and keep the pit next to her
castle. She remembered her father had died defending the land from
attack in a valiant battle. But here soldiers just threw themselves
in as fuel. She offered money to the children of those who sacrificed
themselves. So elderly peasants would throw themselves in to give
their descendents something. They figured they could die with both
honor a helping legacy to their children.
The queen won
the war and all the lands that fought her feared her and called her a
god.
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