“Marco! Polo!
Marco! Polo!”
The Blair
Witch Project* #quote
Today I
practiced playing my ocarina, a gift my parents got me for Christmas.
The reason they got it for me is there's this video game where a
magic ocarina is a big part of it, so the company created one you
could buy. It's really fancy looking, but also it still is an actual
instrument and not just decorative so I'm actually going to try to
learn it. Yeah, it probably seems I'm doing a lot of random things
with me talking about practicing drawing, working on writing and
learn and instrument, but after being forced into medical leave from
my disability I still want to make sure I never devolve into a couch
potato. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
A Duel Of
The Pen And The Sword
I stood in his
castle of paper. Magical symbols written in a rainbow of different
ink colors covered the miles of paper that created the place. The
wizards I spoke to before entering the place told me they protected
the castle from the elements such as rain and other magic. A home of
paper made more sense when someone considered it a home of spells.
Whatever enchanted symbols the Pen Knight wrote allowed paper
furniture to take form and behave like normal furniture. All with the
same ability to support despite an origami form. I pushed down on one
of the tables without it folding in. I saw the Pen Knight sitting on
a paper throne smiling. His entire body covered in paper armor while
he held a long, golden feather pen in one hand and a small ink bottle
in the other.
“Company! And
who might you be?”
I replied, “I
am Sir Bern. I am the one to duel you.”
The Pen Knight
nodded. “Ah yes, when I asked your kingdom to submit to me and
offer tribute like the others or face my magic they challenged me. I
told them I would defend my title as a knight by dueling you. And I
figured that your king knew that my magic won't work unless I am
knight. Probably stalling by sending you to duel me. May keep sending
knights to duel me to killed and stall until he runs out!” The Pen
Knight laughed.
I stepped
towards him, my full suit of steel armor clanking loudly while I
scraped my sword along the impossibly strong paper floor. “If your
done musing about your own strength we could begin.”
The Pen Knight
leaped from his throne dipped his pen in his ink and quickly squished
some ink into the air. “Cocky fool!” The surprise attack covered
several parts of me with the liquid which began to eat away at my
armor like acid. I filled with rage at this deception. This clouded
my judgement. My first swing was imprecise and didn't even strike the
Pen Knight and he covered my armor with more ink. I hit his paper
armor with the next strike. The magic pen must have written some
powerful magic on that armor. My sword merely rattled off. My next
strike didn't do any better. The Pen Knight then managed to write
something on my back. I began to feel tired. I needed to figure
something out. Soon the ink would work its way fully through my armor
and whatever spell he wrote on me would also drain me of all energy.
My final strike
went for his ink bottle and smacked it out of his hand. It covered
his paper armor in the ink. The Pen Knight screamed while the magic
ink did something strange. I don't know magic well, but the large
blotch of ink that ran through the Pen Knights paper armor and all
the symbols already on it started to create some sort of reaction
that twisted his body in ways too sickening to describe. I turned
away and pieces of the man's flesh fell to my feet. My land will no
longer fear the Pen Knight and his magic, nor will any other.
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