“You're the
sunshine of my life.”
Dracula*
Worked on my
short story today as well as going to my school club. Cuz of club
cramped for time so onto the flash fiction!
The Wizard's
Presses
The newspapers
of the magical lands stopped their presses to add the newest breaking
news. Merlin had died. Just like that. In a duel with a wizard far
weaker than him. The wizard said it was all luck and said that a
spell from Merlin misfired. The interviews for that wizard were
intense. But quick. Just enough to get content for the front page for
the next morning.
The news
shocked the wizards of the world. Except for one. Merlin. It didn't
take more than the promise of fame and a few gold coins and magical
artificacts as payment to get the young wizard to play a part. A part
that let Merlin slip away to another world without any of his enemies
from this one chasing him. A powerful wizard gets lots of enemies.
Wizards, kings, queens, demons, magical beings of all kinds. It takes
much less effort to go on vacation if everyone thinks your dead.
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