Playing God

I’ve always wanted to do magic since my childhood. The idea of magic was the eighth wonder of the world for me, that’s why I love reading fictional books. In those fictional books, the author can make anything up from his/her imagination. The fictional books are his/her sandbox, where he/she can bend, twist or destroy anything he/she wants.

I always imagine myself in these books as a character when I’m bored. In my fictional world, I would be a king, fly around, do magical stuff, build things out of nothing, control the creatures in the world and I would create my human-like civilization. It would be pretty exciting to watch them go through wars and famine as time goes on. I would create my worlds out of nothing at a glance. For short, I would be the god in my universe.

Another usage of magic is bringing peace among all the creatures. By that, I mean humankind would be in a more peaceful relationship with wildlife, so there would be fewer extinctions for the species. The world that we live in, would be much much more comfortable.

 

Enough with the explanation, now let’s get to the real part. I will tell a story about a village that was ruled by magic…

 

There once was a lovely village by the lake. A peaceful, humble village that is near the lake. In that village, there was a wizard, Melvin the Magnificent.

Melvin used to rule the village with his absolute charm and his endless joy. Melvin the Magnificent was also the protector of the village where he used to live.

The time has passed and the winter has come… only the protector of the village could stay. It was a tough winter that destroyed the humble village in which they used to live. All the development was delayed, and all the food was consumed. They had no chance but to abandon the once-peaceful village, which they used to stay.

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