“Failure is
not an option!”
Blues Clues*
Today
Grandmother came over for dinner and other things happened like I
came really close to immortality. But then I tripped and screwed it
all up.
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Spells With
Friends
For wizards the
game Spells with Friends was simple. Take your crystal ball and cast
a time spell into it. The other player casts a time in response. The
crystal balls of the two wizards would be linked with a magical
wormhole before the match began. Each spell cast would link with the
one before it in the wormhole and change based on what it linked to.
The better the elemental synergy the more points the player would
score and the also the more quickly the player could cast their
spell. The scorekeeper was a fairy of the Yorgi race who could travel
in wormholes named David. All of the Yorgi race is named David, boy
or girl, but they won't tell anyone why. It's a racial pride thing
and both men and women Yorgi are employed to judge the games. Being
that a game was only to usually have 100 spells in total it was one
of the less complicated games. But the most intense tourneys decided
to amp it up to one thousand spells.
The game was
mostly not really that noteworthy to wizards beyond its immense
popularity. It was one of those things were it wasn't truly important
on the big scale of things but tons of people played it. It didn't
make the world go round, but people made friends and by circumstance
a few wizards married because of it. Funny the ways wizards can bond.
But on the worldwide, historic scale nothing happened.
Except for one
vital moment. When there was one wizard. One wizard who became
obsessed with the game. It wasn't the game's fault. He was born nuts.
He would have found something else if it wasn't for the game. But he
always had to win. For a long time he always, always did. But
eventually he met his match. Someone so incredibly skilled he was
being totally wrecked. How did this make the game noteworthy. Because
the obcessive wizard decided he would use anything he thought would
make him win.
He used
forbidden magic.
He used one of
the most powerful time spells ever. Something that would rewrite the
rules of time. And since it rewrites the rules of time, technically
it has perfect elemental synergy with everything. He would score
infinite points.
He cast the
spell.
When the other
competitor realized what had happened he said, “Are you mad!? I
surrender, stop it now!”
“It's too
late! That would have been a hollow victory anyway!”
So time was
rewritten inside of wormholes. Normal reality outside of them was
left realtively intact with only a little damage eeking out. A few
places frozen in time. Inside the wormhole all the Davids of the
fairy race working inside were trapped in a nightmare land of time
loops and the spacetime continually being bent and twisted within the
wormholes as they were dragged into different deviant realities for
all eternity.
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