“May the force
be with you.”
Isaac Newton* #quote
Tomorrow my Grandma and a few other family members are having a
garage sale it will be a good opportunity to spend time with them so
I shall socialize and peddle some wares.
The Elf's Robot
“Elves are beings of magic.”
“Elves are beings of magic.”
That's what's the humans say, that's what the goblins say, that's
what the ogres say, that's what the dwarfs say, that's what we elves
say. All except for me though. I say I don't we don't need to cast
spells. Though my family and friends yell at me because those words
dare to exit my mouth.
“You just don't want to work hard at your spells!”
“You just won't admit you're bad at magic!”
Yes, I am bad at magic. But I've admitted it. But I won't devote
myself to the other jobs that elves are supposed to do if they aren't
“magically inclined” genetically. I spend my time reading in the
library. People think my magic is even worse because I spend so much
time in the library and still can't do well. It's just I gave up
doing magic. I started to read up on just about everything else. Even
the oldest, dustiest books. Funnily enough the words in the my old
books grew more complicated than the words in the high school magic
books.
After much reading I approached the clockmaker. I asked him for all
his broken clocks that he could no longer use. He wanted to know if I
wanted to be a clockmaker or just scrap them. I told him I was
interested in trying to rebuild them. The clockmaker could repair
some of the broken clocks but he would make more money by making new
ones.
To pay for the clocks I worked for him. I ran across other things
besides clock making that interested me. I enjoyed complicated
things. But I couldn't do magic. I met with a chemist as another
discipline. Chemists often made many spell components by chemicals.
My parents were glad I was going to these two people. Apprenticing
under the chemist meant I would be working with spell components and
doing something with magic and it made my parents very happy I would
be working with her. Chemist or clockmaker my parents were happy that
I now had options.
And I did do something. I saw the winding mechanism of the clock,
the weak power from winding. I saw the power from chemical reactions.
Both subjects interested me. I realized I could combine the two. The
power of chemistry powering the clockwork.
It took three years. I graduated high school and was working under
both the chemist and clockmaker who had become like another mother
and father to me. But I made what came to my mind. And without them
knowing. I felt afraid they would tell me not to make it, the
materials I used came from spare things I took from them telling them
it was for “practice”.
But when it was finished and I tested it several times I brought it
before my family and the chemist and clockmaker.
“Son, your surprise for us is a little elf statue?” My father
asked.
I then pushed a button on the back of it. A chemical reaction fueled
gears and made it walk forward at a steady, efficient rate.
“It's a golem! You learned magic! What spell did you use to
animate it?” My mother yelped with glee.
“It's no golem. It's clockwork and chemistry. Not a single bit of
magic. It's a machine. I've said that elves don't have to be
creatures of magic. Do you believe me now?”
The chemist and the clockmaker smiled.
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