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The Last Wizard



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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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Mage’s family was odd for a wizard. His wife, his son, and all his grandchildren were all non-magical. A queer family indeed.

Mage’s wife, was a professor of astro-physics. They bumped into each other while walking around one evening at the foot of the Himalayan mountains, their heads craned upwards, stargazing. The magic for them was as residents of the same city, it took a trip to the other end of the world to find each other.  Patrick, their only son, was also a scientist, a bio-chemist. Patrick’s wife wrote science fiction books. 

Mage’s grandchildren were followers of science. They believed that through science, everyone was a wizard. Each day brought more science into Mage’s world. It was an invasion. The most recent intrusion, nay replacement, was the headband.

Mage sat on his ancient wing-back chair in his workshop, watching over his eight year old grandson. Mats was practicing porting a mug across the work bench. The mug appeared in mid-air, missing the end of the table, falling on the floor.

Granpa, I can’t get the cup on the table,” said Mats.

“Try moving it to the middle of the table,” replied Mage.

“Oh, Ok.”

Mats appariate the mug in mid-air over the table and it fell with a clang.

Mage reflected on the time he was apprenticed to a Master Wizard. My Master instructed me to port a mug across this very work bench. It took a week before I could do it. Kept missing the end of the table. Mage smiled, fortunately, the mug was metal. 

 
Scientists took this simple spell and invented a devise allowing non-magical folks to port objects. The device was a headband but it looked like a crown on Mats’ head. The headband read his brainwaves to determine what object to port and where to port it. The marketing people came up with a slogan, Think it, Move it.
 
Good, good,” said Mage, “keep porting the cup over the table and make it lower each time.”

“Ok Granpa.”

"Your father will be home soon. You can show him how well you are doing."

Patrick used another device that replaced magic for his commute. Scientists created a home device that transported people from place to place. They called it, The Transporter, after a similar device on a famous TV show about space travelers.

A tea-cup dragon ran into the workshop, leaping at Mats’ legs. The cup clanged on the floor when Mats reached to scratch the dragon’s head.

“Jawala, sit!” commanded Mage. “Mats, concentrate on your exercises.”

Mythical creatures like dragons were now household pets. Scientists applied genetic engineering technology to creating pet dragons, ones without a fierce nature. It’s true that some dragons did burn up parts of their owner’s homes but that was seen by the public as the same class of problem as a pit bull biting its owner.

An off-shoot of the genetic engineering was transmutations. You could buy a device that would turn you into any creature you wanted. In theory, a human could transmuted themselves into a fairy, at least a creature who looked like a fairy, but Mage had not heard of anyone doing so.

The cup clanged on the table.

“Granpa, can you show me how?” Mats removed his headband and held it out towards his grandfather.

Mage looked at the headband but did not move to take it. How will those born with magic manage? Would they know they were magical? The magical would seem very skilled in using these, these... scientific devices, when it's truly their magic at work.

“Granpa? Can you show me please? I want to do it. Mommy promised me extra apple pie if I could do it.”

“Your headband will not fit me. Too small,” said Mage.

“You can just rest it on your head and show me how to work it Granpa,” said the child thrusting his headband towards his grandfather’s head.

Mage looked at Mats smiling at him then at the headband. I should retire my wand.  No one will want it now. Mage sighed. He reached out taking the headband from his grandchild, placing it on his head. 


Continue reading The Last Wizard, part 2
 

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