The lawn was nice, soft, and violet.
Jet woke up coughing blood onto the violet grass. He pushed himself off the ground, looked at the vast violet plains around him. The hairs on his forearm stood up as a point of light sparked yellow and orange several meters above him. He fell backwards on the violet grass, raised his arms in an X, gritted his teeth, and willed more power into his shield spell.
The point of light exploded into a blinding sun, swallowing the world.
As the white blankness faded, Jet found himself floating over a miles-wide, miles deep smoldering crater. He looked up, saw Kwatlo, Aztedai High Priest of the Vekta star system, sneering down from high orbit.
Jet grimace-grinned. He'd been so caught up exploring the vast Universe the past five years, he'd forgotten how good it felt to have his blood boil in a real fight.
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The Lost Wizard Chronicles
FantasyA compilation of a flash fiction stories submitted as part of the Keep Writing Challenge on Deadlines for Writers (deadlinesforwriters.com). After getting positive feedback from the KWC community, I decided to share it here. Follow along as lost wiz...
