Discworld Drabble
For cygny
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing.
Jasper Grimes, wizard of the Seventh Order and Professor of Etheral Whispers, was making preperations for the most crucial spell he would ever cast.
Wizards know when they are going to die...at least when the death is of natural causes. While Jasper was certainly in a desirable enough position for retirement by way of back-stabbing ambitous underling, he was facing a severe lack of future. And for a wizard of the hearty old age of 109, that meant only one thing. Hence the preperations.
It had taken years of preparation to set this up. Years of studying the more interesting grimores on illusion and misdirection (Most concealed under titles like "Studying for the future - Long range plans." or "Giving up alcohol for good.") and days spent sacrificing enough animals to fill the trophy room of even the most bloodthirsty game hunter.
It had all paid off in the end - he was now standing in midst of a crowd of himself. More than a thousand facsmiles all indistinguishable from him in every way. The last seconds of his life trickle away and Jasper breathes a deep sigh of relief. He was just raising his celebratory glass of champagne to his lips when a voice like the slam of a crypt door speaks from behind his shoulder.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE KIDDING?"
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing.
Jasper Grimes, wizard of the Seventh Order and Professor of Etheral Whispers, was making preperations for the most crucial spell he would ever cast.
Wizards know when they are going to die...at least when the death is of natural causes. While Jasper was certainly in a desirable enough position for retirement by way of back-stabbing ambitous underling, he was facing a severe lack of future. And for a wizard of the hearty old age of 109, that meant only one thing. Hence the preperations.
It had taken years of preparation to set this up. Years of studying the more interesting grimores on illusion and misdirection (Most concealed under titles like "Studying for the future - Long range plans." or "Giving up alcohol for good.") and days spent sacrificing enough animals to fill the trophy room of even the most bloodthirsty game hunter.
It had all paid off in the end - he was now standing in midst of a crowd of himself. More than a thousand facsmiles all indistinguishable from him in every way. The last seconds of his life trickle away and Jasper breathes a deep sigh of relief. He was just raising his celebratory glass of champagne to his lips when a voice like the slam of a crypt door speaks from behind his shoulder.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE KIDDING?"