"Y-You're Jet Lakan –," the vendor's face froze in recognition, just as she was handing Jet his nut butter and fruit jam sandwich, "—the Wizard King of Vekta!"
The vendor was an elderly Aztedai woman – of course she would recognize him.
"Yeah," he said as he took the sandwich and reached out with coin in hand to pay. "I guess that's me."
"N-no, please," the woman waved the coin off, "On the house."
"Go to the embassy, now!" the elderly woman whispered as she elbowed a younger Aztedai woman next to her.
The younger Aztedai smiled at Jet, then ran away.
Uh-oh. Jet wished he had pulled his hood over his head.
Jet was at a busy public market on Vohr'Hon, dozens of lightyears from the nearest Aztedai colony. Apparently, though, the Dominion had an embassy here.
"Please, Master Jet," the woman said, as Jet was about to walk off and take a bite of his sandwich. "Could you wait here for a moment? Our Ambassador will want to speak with you."
"Eh? What about?"
"The Ambassador should be the one to say this," the woman whispered conspiratorially, "but they want you to become our Grand Cardinal."
"Uh...ho-kay..."
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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...
