It hadn’t been easy for for Admiral Marks since his Battle Group (BATGRU 13) unexpectedly slipped through a portal into another dimension of magic.
The laws of physics worked just the same in this other dimension. Every piece of technology worked just fine. Unfortunately, that meant parts still wore out, fuel was consumed at the same rate, and most importantly human beings still needed to eat. Thousands of people aboard the ships learned to become farmers in the peninsula they held on to.
In this world of magic, warlords abounded. No matter how many champions of kings Marks’ aviators and marines humiliated, none of the locals could believe anyone became powerful without magic. Conflicts happened six times before. On this day the trials continued.
The King of Walupson Haliapyna sat upon his blue throne with the red cushion across the grassy field from Admiral Marks, who sat in a battered folding chair. Within a perimeter marked by red ribbon, the King’s sorcerer, Enkilipina’Kal’Vechniraga’Gar glared through his headdress of feathers, animal skulls, and smelly hides. Across from him stood Marine Colonel Espinoza, who looked nearly as bored as Marks. Work needed to be done building the algae fuel plant and Espinoza wanted nothing to do this ‘battle of sorcerers’ ritual.
The quite large sorcerer had believed he could defeat the 5’6″ Marine physically. But after receiving a broken nose, a dislocated shoulder, and a blown out knee without the diminutive marine breaking a sweat, Enkilipina decided to go with his strength. Magic.
He held aloft a hefty, carved wooden staff. His words, translated by a magician friendly to the Admiral, were clear to his people. “This staff has lived in my family for one hundred generations!” shrieked the sorcerer. “It is named ‘Almighty Crusher of Foes, Defiler of the Enemies of the Fathers, Eater of the Souls of Outlanders, Eviscerater of Challengers to the Greater Might of Vechniraga’Gar!”
He tossed the staff onto the ground. In seconds the wood became fluid. It grew in girth and length until it became a 15-foot monitor lizard with slobbering jaws. It growled and hissed malevolently at Espinoza.
“What answer have you for my magic?” chuckled a very confident Enkilipina.
Without a word, Espinoza withdrew a .44 Magnum pistol. As the great lizard charged, Espinoza fired.
The creature’s head disappeared into a red mist, and the beast collapsed at Espinoza’s feet.
Enkilipina fell to his knees, mouth agape. “Oh great sorcerer!” he gasped at Espinoza. “What name do you give this unholy wand?”
Espinoza scowled. “It’s called, ‘Hates wasting time.’ ”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Look here to see what others wrote in answer to Alastair’s photo prompt above: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/07/19/sunday-photo-fiction-july-19th-2015/