“Help! I think I'm stuck!”Harry Houdini* #quote
Tomorrow my brother plans on taking me to see the Lego Movie. If the commercials are any indication, much hilarity will ensue. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Ensuring His Family's Legacy
Farmer Warlen lived in a magical land. But he didn't come from a magic bloodline, the kind of bloodline that would make him more likely to get wealth. Nor did he come from a merchant or upper-class society. He was lowest tier of farmer, his greatest wealth being that he owned his land but otherwise it seemed that's all he would acquire. And this land came to him passed down through generations upon generations.
But he dreamed that he could somehow make a grand family. Like royalty. He did have some self-education given to him by his father and trips to the libraries. He knew that some families had so much influence from history books he read and newspapers that some names just inspired awe. He felt like to honor his parents and to support his children he would make his family one of those families.
His lineage didn't have magic flowing in their veins or any sort of royal right so he needed to hatch a plan. Warlen wanted also to have something the wizards didn't, something royalty didn't, because those famous families also looked down on him.
So he hatched a scheme. All inspired by when he looked at an expensive gold piece of jewelry in a shop. Gold and jems hold their value to wizards because of rarity. All he needed to do was make something rare they wanted.
A flower grew on his land called the Crying Blossom. It got its name because its blue petals tended to sag. It grew around his mountainous region that he called home, on his land and a few other farmers. It was an obscure flower, but common enough that nobody cared much for it either.
Warlen put his plan into motion. He still farmed his normal potato crop, but he planned the flower to be his true cash crop at the end of it all. He slowly worked at salting the soil on the other farmers land where the flowers grew. Methodically he made them vanish, leaving them only in a few choice places. Sure a few other farmers may have them as well to divert suspicion from him, but now the flowers were extremely rare.
By the time he finished he aged to be a fine old man. But he had plenty of years left to reveal the plan to the rest of his family. And soon the extremely rare flower became a status symbol for the rich as they forked out massive amounts of money to Warlen and the few farmers who had the flower since only so many grew per year. A royal would pay a pound of gold for a bouquet of them to give to on date.
So Warlen ensured his family name became more famous than many of the most powerful wizards or royals out there. Who was Merlin again?