Aethereal Muses: The World Needs Its Wizard


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โ€œYouโ€™re the bravest man Iโ€™ve ever met!โ€ โ€œMam, Iโ€™m terrified,โ€ he answers, preparing his sword. โ€œThis guyโ€™s a ten-foot-tall cannibal, and I probably look tasty. But I ainโ€™t gonna let fear stop me from giving him a fightโ€ฆ or at least a bad case of indigestion!โ€ The hunter-killer drone leveled its Vulcan minigun. โ€œCome out, you wascawwy wabbits!โ€ Len faced his sister. โ€œThey spent millions gen-gineering us into anthropomorphic rabbitsโ€ฆ to hunt us for violent sportโ€ฆ with Elmer Fudd robots?โ€ โ€œYeah, itโ€™s loony tunes.โ€ After hours of stubborn, mean play, Pete moved his token to the last square. โ€œI win,โ€ he declares. โ€œIโ€™m the prettiest princess, losers.โ€ He turned into a girl in a pink tiara and tutu. โ€œWHAT!?โ€ Her sister and the sleepover crew cheer. โ€œThe cursed game worked!โ€ The boys sat in high branches as wolves still circled below. โ€œWhat do orcs think of us?โ€ Podge asks. โ€œHumans are sly oath breakers,โ€ Nim grumbles. Podge nodded. The orc boy rubs his tusk. โ€œWhat do you, think of us?โ€ โ€œOrcs killed my family when I was a baby.โ€ Meg put the flashlight to her face in the backyard tent. โ€œTruth.โ€ โ€œWere you Sgt. Phelps?โ€ Else asks. โ€œI was,โ€ Meg says, โ€œonce.โ€ Shaking, she passes the light. โ€œTruth or dare?โ€ Else illuminates her face. โ€œTruth.โ€ โ€œDid you die on Omaha Beach with me?โ€ โ€œYes.โ€ The work. The schedule. The routine. The bi-weekly bribe I received for giving up on my dreams. Then a little girl stood in my cubicle. โ€œAwake,โ€ she said. โ€œWhy?โ€ โ€œThe world needs its wizard,โ€ she answered, vanishing. I left my desk, and never returned. โ€œYou wrote me to be your true love,โ€ the young woman says. โ€œI was a teen writing you in draft. Iโ€™ve found my love now.โ€ โ€œSo, I will just never be? Or be loved?โ€ I touch her tears. โ€œHush, Iโ€™ll finish your story.โ€ โ€œWith a prince?โ€ โ€œNo, someone better.โ€

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