|Times Began (standard:fantasy, 665 words)|
|Author: Ambrosious||Added: Feb 21 2001||Views/Reads: 1942/4||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A new spin on the creation of the world.|
Master Burnlass sat in his studio working on the product sitting before him. It was a dark globule of tar colored material. In fact, it was so dark; one could barely see it unless one had the powers of a mage. Being the second rated mage in the Realm, Burnlass had no problem seeing the globule as he added material here and there. He thought to himself that this would be his masterpiece. He had finally figured out how to make this one turn out the way the others had not. He grabbed a piece of smoked cheese and nibbled at the outside edge while he worked. He had long ago overcome the need or desire for sustenance, but smoked cheese remained a favorite of his. He reached for a vial containing a blue white liquid and poured a little of the contents onto the globule sitting on the table before him. A little smoking and fizzing and the liquid was lost in the darkness of the globe. Master Burnlass chuckled to himself and reached for the next ingredient he intended to add to the globule. As he did so, he thought back on his decision to retire from the Mage Wars. It seemed to him the only choice he had left. He couldn’t defeat the top ranking Mage, even in his youth and the only battles offered him were from lowly mages trying to make a name for themselves. It was too easy to defeat these fledgling magicians and their destruction gained him nothing. He knew that retirement was the right thing to do, but it was hard to break and eon-long cycle. Master Burnlass added the last of the ingredients to the mixture and stood up to stretch his legs while the fusing took place. He looked around the workshop he had made for himself with a critical eye. The room was stark considering that he had the power to conjure the most extravagant accessories. A wooden bench pulled up to an equally unimpressive wooden worktable. The walls were decorated sparsely with banners and mementos from those defeated. Two trunks with magical locks along the east wall held the souls of those mages he had defeated in battle. The bed he rested in was made of wood as well, with a well-stuffed straw pallet for comfort. Vials and bottles were everywhere in the room, making a large room seem small. The bottles held many potions and poisons and matter not known to many. His newest acquisition sat on the workbench in an ornately designed bottle. The stuff that this bottle held came with a heavy price. Master Burnlass remembered his infirmity that the battle! of acquisition had caused. Turning back to the project at hand, Master Burnlass smiled a bitter smile. The corners of his mouth turned slightly and his mustache twitched in anticipation. It was almost complete. He waved his hands and the dark globule floated toward the center of the room. He saw that something was missing, and waved his hands again. More globules appeared next to the dark one, but they were many colored. They reminded him of the trinkets some mages wore as decoration. With a thought, he sent all of the globes in motion and watched as they danced with each other, not quite touching, He made sure that the last globule he created would not come in contact with the dark one he had spent many years trying to create. Nothing would ruin this moment, he thought as he reached for another piece of smoked cheese. Nibbling away at his cheese, his eyes watched as the globules danced for his entertainment. With eyes misting up at the thought that his project would soon be at an end, Master Burnlass looked in his tome for the words he needed to bring his creation to completion. With a heavy heart and flair of the mystical, he spoke the words that were written so long ago. “Let there be light!” Tweet
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