“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?
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