The 50th Annual Magician's Games
by Naim Kabir
Em didn't have a single drop of magical blood in her body--and yet here she was.
The fiftieth annual Occulta Luda Ad Promotionem Veneficii Et Ignotorum.
Which, to the rest of the world, was simply called the Magician's Games, a tournament created by the vanished legend Al-Jaber The Magnificent, the Speaker of the Word and most-high disappeared master of mana.
Wizards, warlocks, witches, and wiccans came from every corner of the Bowl to promote their School of Magic, in a grand competition in front of all the Kings of all their kingdoms, the Queens of their queendoms, the Dukes of their duchies and the Counts of their counties.
The idea was: if enough people with magical blood impressed enough people with royal blood, they could all get together and have themselves a nice bloodbath. Or something.
Em wasn't entirely too sure: her master hated talking about politics and royalty.
He was all about problems, and solutions.
"Today's problem," he'd said, "is actually a problems set. They'll come at you tough and fast, but if you work hard enough you'll overcome them."
Sounded more like one of his final exams, really.
But that was fine. She always aced those.
This would be no different.
The first problem is what the wizards called Dimicatio Motus, and what the rest of the world called an obstacle course.
Em was going against three others, each from some far-flung corner of the Bowl. There was the Ghizri warlock, the Modaban witch, and the Gurnickan wiglaer.
The Ghizri were all about modifying their bodies. It was likely that the warlock would strengthen his legs until they rippled with muscle and sinew, and then simply jump over the moats and kick through the walls.
The Modabans liked the idea of subtlety. It would take some doing, but the witch would probably take on the form of a ghost and phase through the obstacles.
The Gurnickans were all about destruction. Fireballs? Pretty much a given. Explosions? Likely. He'd blast through everything without a second thought.
They wouldn't stand a chance.