“Is there a
doctor in the house?”
Mr. Hyde*
#quote
Hung out with
CJ today. Also I made an error, the video game tournament next
weekend was actually a card game tournament. Whoopsie. Ah, well, at
least I can use the Pokemon I prepared in future tournaments. Maybe
I'll go to the card game one, but I'm not sure if I'll have a good
enough deck to justifying payin' the entry fee and I may go to my
normal card game thing until I get something better(the normal card
game thing is just casual, play with no specific structure or
prizes.) Anyway onto the flash fiction!
A Wizardly
Rodeo
The audience
watched from clouds turned solid by magic. The thicker the cloud the
stiffer the seat, while a nice, light cloud felt like hands made of
fluffy pillows held the passenger. The audience comprised of witches
and wizards shouting and cheering. Some for the man riding the dragon
in front of them to fall off and some for the man to stay on.
The non-wizard
on the dragon wished he rode a bull. But the wizards whisked him away
from the normal world for this. A normal sport of theirs. Betting on
whether a person from the magical worlds could handle riding a
magical beast. It would be so much more boring to watch a wizard
doing the rodeo. A wizard was used to riding dragons.
But as time
went on the normal person riding the dragon began to enjoy it. He
held his hat high, and worked to perform as well as he could in a
normal rodeo. Hard, but he tried. At home they called him Brave
Thompson since he went through so many rodeos despite the injuries he
sustained. But after he healed he kept getting back on the bulls and
became so good he mastered the beasts of the Earth. Dragons are a
different story though. Or were they?
“No one has
lasted this long!” someone from the crowd yelled. When he heard
this Thompson grew even more worried than general panic of being
tossed around in the sky would make him. Did the wizards expect
failure? He assumed some sort of magical safety next existed in the
sky below to catch him, but did they just want him to eventually
plummet to his doom as part of the show? He worked to not think about
it and only focused on staying on.
Time blurred as
his body kept getting tossed around and he felt his muscles being
torn with pure wear. The situation ended as the dragon tired and
gently fly to one of the clouds and roosted, completely exhausted.
The crowd went silent.
The runner of
the event walked up to him on the cloud. “We never had anyone win
since I can remember. Probably since around rodeos started. What were
rules?” In a poof a book appeared in his hands. “Hmm...since
everyone was betting on when you're going to fall, all the winnings
go to you. I'll heal you for 1%.”
That day Brave
Thompson went home with a fortune in wizard's gold. Fortunately gold
from the magical world is still the same kind of gold in the
non-magical world.
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