"Thank you, Brother Jet," Skretch said, his tubular mouth telescoping out of puffy grey flesh. "This iron rune shaft will do, at least until we reach the nearby Tarrao System for repairs."
Skretch and his wife and son were Choggans, five-foot tall alien tardigrades. Jet had stumbled on their ship floating dead in space as he was on the second leg of his trip to Oss'Val Nebula.
Jet nodded as he floated backwards. "Now let me weld the hull shut, then we'll see if the ship can sustain life support."
Jet flew outside the ship through the rupture at the back, his Wizard King robe maintaining its life-support field over the entire ship.
The ship was a silver sphere three stories tall, with long rods sticking out backwards from the sides like a tripod. Fortunately, the hull did not seem to be missing any pieces from the rupture – it had simply blown outwards. Jet willed the jagged edges of the hole together, bending them until they met into a ragged seam. He willed the Fire Element into the hull and welded it shut.
<Okay,> Jet thought to Skretch, <Engage life-support.>
<Engaging.>
Jet felt the field come on from inside the ship.
<It's working!> Skretch said.
<Great,> Jet withdrew his robe's life-support field, <You should be all set then.>
<Thank you, Brother Jet,> Skretch thought back.
<Good luck and stay safe,> Jet waved as the ship flew off.
Jet had just helped a family of space tardigrades out of a spell-driven ship's equivalent of a flat tire.
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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...
