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FICLET: Wizard
I wrote a drabble-y ficlet. Yay! Okay, so it's short, and based on a fragment that I wrote ages ago. Oh well. Luckily, I never throw anything away, not even story fragments. It's nothing much, I know, I'm terribly rusty, but it's better than nothing.
Title: Wizard
Fandom: BtVS
Character: Ethan
Rating: PG
"When I grow up, I want to be a wizard." Words spoken in absolute earnest back in 1963, long before anyone had heard of Harry Potter. Ethan had been 8 years old at the time, and convinced that magic was the only way to make the boy next door give back the cricket bat he'd stolen.
The cricket bat was eventually returned – without the help of wizardry – but the words, once spoken, rippled outwards like waves on the surface of a still pond, working their charm.
"This is Ethan," his mother would introduce him, playfully toying with the string of pearls around her neck, "and he wants to be a wizard." Inevitably, the anecdote was followed by laughter. Why nobody laughed when other children said they wanted to become an astronaut, a race car driver, or a horse-breeder in Canada, Ethan never understood.
He was twelve when he came across the Book of Janus on a flea market. It was a smelly old tome, written in a language he couldn’t understand, but it felt burning hot to his touch, and the tingle it sent through him spoke of power. Ethan stole it without hesitation.
At the age of thirteen he cast his first successful spell.
At the age of fourteen he stole his mother’s voice, forever.
Title: Wizard
Fandom: BtVS
Character: Ethan
Rating: PG
"When I grow up, I want to be a wizard." Words spoken in absolute earnest back in 1963, long before anyone had heard of Harry Potter. Ethan had been 8 years old at the time, and convinced that magic was the only way to make the boy next door give back the cricket bat he'd stolen.
The cricket bat was eventually returned – without the help of wizardry – but the words, once spoken, rippled outwards like waves on the surface of a still pond, working their charm.
"This is Ethan," his mother would introduce him, playfully toying with the string of pearls around her neck, "and he wants to be a wizard." Inevitably, the anecdote was followed by laughter. Why nobody laughed when other children said they wanted to become an astronaut, a race car driver, or a horse-breeder in Canada, Ethan never understood.
He was twelve when he came across the Book of Janus on a flea market. It was a smelly old tome, written in a language he couldn’t understand, but it felt burning hot to his touch, and the tingle it sent through him spoke of power. Ethan stole it without hesitation.
At the age of thirteen he cast his first successful spell.
At the age of fourteen he stole his mother’s voice, forever.
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Oh superb. :D
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GREAT ficlet.
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Love it.
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Monday, 21 November 2011
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Once more, thunderous applause.
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