Final - Kirra Rohan
“This
is an action adventure. The story is about a merchant. It starts in a
village on a world that has all but forgotten its magical past. A
sudden increase in dangerous monsters is a major plot element.
“
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Once upon a time, there used to be a magical school called Wogharts. At Wogharts, there was this sport called Kwidditch, which was played on broomsticks. Flying broomsticks. Unfortunately, as time passed, people forgot about this magical school. As people forgot about the magical school of Wogharts, less and less people remembered what Kwidditch was, and soon enough all of the magical Minbus 4000s and Meteor 620s were used only for sweeping up the floor.
However, one day a magical traveling broom salesman was traveling through the town near Wogharts. He, being much older than he looked, remembered everything about Kwidditch. When he saw people sweeping their dirty floors with their Minbus 4001s, he walked up to them, dragging his cart full of new, faster Kwidditch brooms behind him.
“Why are you not flying in the air on your broom, good sirs?” He would ask.
And in turn, each of them would respond- “Fly? Brooms are not for flying, they are for cleaning!”
And the traveling broom salesman would weep softly to himself as he realized that this village had forgotten all about the magical school of Wogharts and the magic of Kwidditch.
He was just about to leave town (because he wouldn't make any money selling Kwidditch brooms in a town that had forgotten about Kwidditch!) when all of a sudden he heard a large thwack in the distance. (No, it was not a clan of vampires playing baseball, he had left all that behind when he moved from Washington to Scotland.)
Always a curious old man, the broom salesman walked over to the field where the crack had come from. Pushing past some trees, he looked up in the air and saw, to his exteme surprise and happiness, a bunch of university age students playing Kwidditch! THWACK! Went the sound of the bat against the blooder! He watched them finish, smiling at the cheers that came up when someone caught the Silver Snidget.
When they landed, he walked over to them, still pulling his cart full of broomsticks behind him. “I'm glad to see not everyone has completely forgotten their magical roots!” He said. Then he paused to take a look at the group. It was mostly made up of girls, but there were a few boys as well. They were all wearing outfits of blue and bronze- he assumed this was their team colors. It was some sort of scrimmage match, then, not an actual game.
They nodded slowly, not sure what to make of this bearded broomstick salesman. After all, he looked rather- crazy. Fierce, but crazy. Like a male version of Lady Gaga, with a long white beard and a cart full of broomsticks. So, alright, more crazy than fierce.
“From watching you guys play, you seem like very dangerous players to me. I'd like to introduce myself- Alejandro Clobiesk, traveling broomstick salesman.”
What seemed to be the two leaders of the group stepped forward, shaking hands one at a time with Alejandro. “My name is Ayrie Kadderholt, and this is Ara Turelium. We're the co-captains of this here Kwidditch team. You're right, there has been an increase in dangerous monsters this season, especially our graceful lady, Sedmund Emethwyck.”
When they pointed to Sedmund, a university aged student with a long, flowing pink gown stepped daintily off of his broomstick.
“It's nice to meet you,” he said politely.
“What can you tell me about your time here?” Alejandro asked politely, curious as to why there had been such an increase in Kwidditch players.
“Drugs. Hardcore drugs.” He responded promptly.
Ah.
So that was their secret.
Drugs.
Hard. Core. Drugs.
Alejandro made a mental note to stay away from this Kwidditch team, and he pulled his cart gently behind him as he walked off the field.
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Once upon a time, there used to be a magical school called Wogharts. At Wogharts, there was this sport called Kwidditch, which was played on broomsticks. Flying broomsticks. Unfortunately, as time passed, people forgot about this magical school. As people forgot about the magical school of Wogharts, less and less people remembered what Kwidditch was, and soon enough all of the magical Minbus 4000s and Meteor 620s were used only for sweeping up the floor.
However, one day a magical traveling broom salesman was traveling through the town near Wogharts. He, being much older than he looked, remembered everything about Kwidditch. When he saw people sweeping their dirty floors with their Minbus 4001s, he walked up to them, dragging his cart full of new, faster Kwidditch brooms behind him.
“Why are you not flying in the air on your broom, good sirs?” He would ask.
And in turn, each of them would respond- “Fly? Brooms are not for flying, they are for cleaning!”
And the traveling broom salesman would weep softly to himself as he realized that this village had forgotten all about the magical school of Wogharts and the magic of Kwidditch.
He was just about to leave town (because he wouldn't make any money selling Kwidditch brooms in a town that had forgotten about Kwidditch!) when all of a sudden he heard a large thwack in the distance. (No, it was not a clan of vampires playing baseball, he had left all that behind when he moved from Washington to Scotland.)
Always a curious old man, the broom salesman walked over to the field where the crack had come from. Pushing past some trees, he looked up in the air and saw, to his exteme surprise and happiness, a bunch of university age students playing Kwidditch! THWACK! Went the sound of the bat against the blooder! He watched them finish, smiling at the cheers that came up when someone caught the Silver Snidget.
When they landed, he walked over to them, still pulling his cart full of broomsticks behind him. “I'm glad to see not everyone has completely forgotten their magical roots!” He said. Then he paused to take a look at the group. It was mostly made up of girls, but there were a few boys as well. They were all wearing outfits of blue and bronze- he assumed this was their team colors. It was some sort of scrimmage match, then, not an actual game.
They nodded slowly, not sure what to make of this bearded broomstick salesman. After all, he looked rather- crazy. Fierce, but crazy. Like a male version of Lady Gaga, with a long white beard and a cart full of broomsticks. So, alright, more crazy than fierce.
“From watching you guys play, you seem like very dangerous players to me. I'd like to introduce myself- Alejandro Clobiesk, traveling broomstick salesman.”
What seemed to be the two leaders of the group stepped forward, shaking hands one at a time with Alejandro. “My name is Ayrie Kadderholt, and this is Ara Turelium. We're the co-captains of this here Kwidditch team. You're right, there has been an increase in dangerous monsters this season, especially our graceful lady, Sedmund Emethwyck.”
When they pointed to Sedmund, a university aged student with a long, flowing pink gown stepped daintily off of his broomstick.
“It's nice to meet you,” he said politely.
“What can you tell me about your time here?” Alejandro asked politely, curious as to why there had been such an increase in Kwidditch players.
“Drugs. Hardcore drugs.” He responded promptly.
Ah.
So that was their secret.
Drugs.
Hard. Core. Drugs.
Alejandro made a mental note to stay away from this Kwidditch team, and he pulled his cart gently behind him as he walked off the field.