Short Story: The Odd One Out

Magic was the backbone of their society. Heating arrays kept the icy water warm enough to remain liquid, charged crystals directed the water to their destinations as glowing plants lit their path and levitation stones transformed the terrain as needed.

Here, there was no need for science. Not when technology required equipment while all magic needed was a word and a thought.

He didn’t care.

He liked what he liked. And what he liked was coaxing life out of dead objects. It didn’t matter that he was the odd one out. It just want meant he had less competition and got his materials for cheap.

That, and it also made him the strange one rather than the incompetent one. Neither were great, but he would much rather be known for his eccentric intelligence than his inability to use magic.

~End~

Genre: fantasy

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