Every Monday, I post a piece of flash fiction--a story clocking in at 300 words or less. Each story can also be found on my deviantART and Wattpad pages. Enjoy!
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He didn’t
want to be here. He didn’t want to be holding this sword, facing his “opponent”—a
wooden block, carved vaguely into the shape of a person. He didn’t want to
listen to the sharp thwaks of metal
against wood, or the constant yelling of the Guard Master and his useless
orders.
No, I will not space out my feet.
No, I will not grip the hilt differently.
He didn’t want to be here. But
here, he was stuck—unlike his older sister, who was standing at the opposite
end of the field, surrounded by her peers. He was lucky she controlled the
earth element, because those were the only ones permitted to train on the field
with the warriors. The rest of the magic students were spread out across campus—the
water students were down by the fountain in front, the fire students on the concrete
platform behind the main building, and the air users were up on the rooftop. At
least, that’s where they started. Every now and then one flustered child would
go running past, hair wild, the silver emblem on their uniform flashing as they
hurried off to rejoin the group.
Now, he watched his sister wave
her hand. Sparks of jade flew around, as the ground rumbled gently—he could
feel it, even from here. A vine sprouted from the broken earth, reaching up and
wrapping itself around her finger.
Why did she get to be a magic user? They had the same magical ancestry. Why
did he have to be the one trapped,
without any elemental connection of his own? He yelled out and struck the
wooden dummy in frustration.
His teacher nodded at him, his
approval silent, but evident. The boy was improving.
The boy didn’t want to improve.
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Until later,
- Justyne
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