“Getting down
and dirty”
Mr. Clean*
Day 2 with
Windows 8. I treat it like playing one of those video games where you
just die for no reasons from spike pits that you didn't know were
there or that you jumped into because the controls are bad. The
reason I say that is because it's a touch-screen interface being a
mouse interface(apparently they didn't bother to make two for the
different customers) all my mouse movements are “swiping” so me
moving the mouse from one side of the screen to the other can cause
all kinds of stuff to happen. But eh, takes me two seconds to get
back to the desktop so I'm fine. (Computer is still shiny and fast
and pretty with a big monitor so yay and huzzah and woot and I still
love it.)
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Boy Who
Just Wanted to Be a Wizard
He just wanted
to be a wizard. But unlike other people in his world he
couldn't cast magic. Some mocked him for this, but most just took
pity. Everyday he watched people cast marvelous spells that would
summon creatures of all kinds or make wonderful lights or heal people
or any number of things that just made the world a better place. It
wasn't genetic. His parents could cast magic. It was just him. The
gods of his world made a mistake when trying to craft magic into his
soul and instead of the minor gods admitting their mistake to the
major gods and confessing to who made the mistake specifically they
let the boy go on without magic.
His parents
wouldn't cast magic around him. It was a fool's errand to try to do
that to make him feel better. All of society used magic to make
everything easier for themselves. And they had the same technology
level of our Earth so the boy would watch the other children chatting
on cellphones all while summoning dragons to ride. When he looked at
his cellphone he felt as if he was one stage behind them. He could
have the cellphones like them but he could never have the magic. He
would always be a step below them.
But the boy had
a special trait that became more apparent as he looked more and more
at the things on the level below the wizards. He had the gift of
genius. At his young age he started to understand the technology
beneath magic all through self study, the place he stuck himself when
he didn't want to look at the magic. He'd rather look at a book on
machines than a spell book.
Ever since his
youngest years he always wanted to summon a dragon. But he couldn't
which made his heart sink. Until an idea hit him. It wouldn't be the
first time he tinkered with machines. He visited the junkyard over
many weeks and soon the boy summoned a dragon.
It was a basic
robot, but it had the form of a dragon and could walk and had flexing
wings. It was as large as a terrier and could walk in a straight line
for as long as it had a working battery. His parents loved it but it
was not the one he showed to anyone else. The boy kept summoning new
mechanical dragons until he created one worthy to show other wizards.
When he was ready he was an adult. He needed the skill and to be old enough to legally get all the parts. He summoned a titanic steel dragon that could fight with
other dragons. The steel would be invulnerable to the fire breath of other dragons and as it
rode on tires and glided on rockets it could out fly faster than some of the
strongest natural dragons. People loved his dragon and wanted to ride it themselves, which truthfully was piloting. So he summoned more of his dragons for people all around the world to buy and wizards from other worlds even came to buy his dragons for their stables. Natural dragons accompanied by his robots. Even Merlin was one of his
many purchasers.
And so the boy
became a wizard who summoned dragons the rest of his life.
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