Gas Station Wizard - A Short Story [#12]

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            "By the power of the Jadespring and the flames of Yorkshire I command thee to reignite thine flame!" The robed man screamed into my car's engine to no effect.

            "Is this going to take long?" I asked the older man.

            "The flames of Yorkshire are temperamental and wild," the robed man explained. "I must not rush the process less they rampage throughout the land. Besides there are some propane tanks not ten meters away, so I'd rather not risk it."

            "Okay I get it," I sighed. This is what I get for going to a gas station wizard, but those auto shop wizards charge criminal amounts so I didn't have a choice.

            "Spirits of the metal behemoth awaken," the wizard chanted while he waved his arms. The engine responded with a tiny puff of smoke. "Oh dear," he mumbled.

            "What is it?" I inquired in concern.

            "An infestation of malevolent spirits has rendered your mount inert!" The robed man exclaimed. "Either that or your cooling system has gone bad."

            "Wonderful," I deadpanned, "So regardless I'm looking at a couple hundred dollar fix?"

            "Well neither is a simple task," the wizard scratched his beard, "but yeah. Maybe even several hundred if you're unlucky." Well, there goes this month's budget.

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It doesn't get more urban fantasy than this. I sat on this story idea for a while before actually writing it, and I regret every minute I spent delaying it, this was a fun story to write.
I've got a sizeable story in the pipeline right now, but I don't know if it'll go up this Thursday or next Tuesday. Until then, Read, Comment and Enjoy.