Wizards Magic Fair (like a science fair for wizards)
"Father, why do they do that?" asked his youngest daughter, Kimberly, named after the first love of their Lord and Creator.
Taking a knee, Keloa looked his daughter in the eyes. "Well, honey, not everyone carries the same faith as we do. While we wait, fearful of the vengeance our God may bring, others welcome destruction as if it shall make them new." He shook his head, remembering the preaching of Father Mel of the Melvinites yesterday morning.
Keloa, first son of the Creator Jimmy and father of the Jimmen, scoffed at the idea that destruction should be celebrated. He had personally listened to the guiding voice of God Jimmy as he lead the other Lords in creating a better land for all their tribes and peoples to survive and thrive. Keloa knew then that the "Group Leader," as the other Lords of the Pantheon referred to him, would never wish for destruction of his project.
At the moment, though, his faith was beginning to waver. Earlier in the morning, there was a brilliant flash of green light and the entire world shook for several minutes. When it had finally stopped, he knew they were someplace different. No one could see past the sky to prove it, but he could sense it. The Gods had brought their creation to their home, evidenced by the cacophony of foreign voices, growls of unseen animals, and other unfamiliar sounds which Keloa could not put into words. Through it all, Keloa still believed that Lord Jimmy would preserve him and his family.
As if on cue, Lord Jimmy spoke and Keloa felt a calm spread throughout his body. He looked to his family and saw relief in their eyes as they awaited His words. "As you can see, Professor Saltwinter, our group has created a functioning, miniature eco-system and populated it with homunculi in an effort to show how we can use magic to solve many of the global climate crises the Earth is currently facing."
Tanya, Lord Queen of the winds and rain spoke next. "I conjured several, simple weather spells and and pressed them into a single containment spell surrounding the entire diorama. We all needed to work together, however, to press together a strong enough heat spell that would also circle the land mass several times a day."
"We decided on an island model mostly to contain the homunculi. Earlier models where the land mass extended to the edge of the diorama caused them to try to get past the walled edge, either by scaling it or trying to go through it. These needed to be scrapped. I shaped the land mass with the proper soil ratios and the water is in a constant state of movement through a series of anti-stasis spells." That was said by Goddess Bailey, ruler of the land and sea. Keloa had heard her story from the Baileyens: she was a destroyer by her own account, killing man's natural urge and need to explore by containing them within walls and summoning a treacherous ocean against them.
The life-giver, Mother Sandra explained their creation. "We used a simple homunculus spell and shaped them from our individual blood, dirt, and water. Another simple potion allowed them to age from child to adulthood in a matter of days so we could observe the effects from generation to generation."
And finally the voice Keloa dreaded hearing, Lord Melvin, the Grabber of the Snacks. "It even comes with a working volcano," he said in an excited voice, eager for destruction. Though his title bespoke to his generosity, neither Keloa nor his people had ever received these "snacks" which he supposedly provided.
A white liquid began pouring from the sky into Mt. Finejusshutup, truly signaling the end of days just as God Melvin had always prophesied. In just a few seconds, red lava began scorching its way down the mountain, melting everything in its path. From the one window in the hut, Keloa watched it devour the forests from which they gathered their materials and food. The dancing Melvinites and Baileyens joyously threw themselves into the approaching inferno, offering themselves as sacrifice to God Melvin and extinguishing the lives of two entire tribes on the island. Unfortunately, Keloa could not bear witness to the fates of the Tanners or the Sands tribes who lived on the other side of the island.
"Goddamnit Mel! The project isn't done yet," Lord Jimmy said as a white mist fell upon the land, instantly cooling the lava mere inches away from Keloa's hut. "Let's just wait for the judges to finish, get an A on our
project, and then we can kill them."
And just like that, Keloa had received the prophecy of destruction from Lord Jimmy. An end by final judgment. But, he thought, who is this judge who shall deliver this prophetic "A" that will signal our destruction?
As always, this story was inspired by the reddit/Writing Prompts prompt "Wizards Magic Fair". I know, typically, I've been writing something about my writing process, but actually, this one came sort of easily. When I saw the prompt I knew immediately that I wanted to have a volcano because, well, the cliche thing at all science fairs is that someone will make one of those baking soda volcanoes. Originally, it was from Jimmy's (or whatever I named the original protagonist) point-of-view, but then I thought it would look cooler from a person on the island. Oh, and if you're wondering about the cover picture, yes, I drew that. No, I don't know why since I suck at drawing. Probably because it actually looks a lot better than the one I tried to draw on Paint. Also, they don't let you into the high school science fair when you're an almost thirty year old man just wanting to take some pictures to put on the internet (that doesn't sound weird right?)
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