Harry Potter And The Mad King Of Swords

I was lost in thought.

A specific memory. A group of people.

Thought of as heroes for their nation. Stories say they were brought from another world as teens, to slay an evil tyrant.

This evil tyrant, they did execute him. Then, their nation went to war once more.

But not with an evil tyrant.

Just another nation.

They fought hard for their nation. Bringing great victories.

Then they died.

I had killed them.

With that, their nation slowly crumbled from both war and corruption.

Before the last one died. He smiled.

Then he said some words with meaning, knowing his death was insured. His entire soul and life behind them. The importance and emphasis he placed on these words, were blind to me back then.

Yet at this moment, I couldn't remember what he'd say.

No matter how hard I focused or how much I thought, I could not remember.

Then, I let it go. Maybe it would come back to me later.

I soon snapped out of my daze and noticed tiny droplets of water on the paper. Slowly melding into it.

I wiped them away with my thumb. Which merely smeared the water on the paper.

After a long few minutes, I had finally finished the kite. It looked pretty basic.

I realized I needed things to keep it that shape or it'd likely unfold. I somehow forgot that.

I needed a stick, some type of glue, and so much string. Sadly, none of my magic is permanent.

My magic is basically coded magic. When not activated, it could last basically forever. However, actually activating it uses up some of the energy put into the spell, but it really depends on the spell.

Those require much much more energy as well as being much easier to break.

A bit more nuance to that, but that doesn't matter.

Maybe I could try to permanently change the make up of the paper itself using magic, instead of just giving it the attribute of sticky.

At this time, it reminded me of how some magicians in my old world managed to do world changing things.

Then again, they were insane, and fighting a possibly even more insane king.

They were also an incalculable amount of times more advanced than me.

What a pickle I had landed myself in.

Maybe I could find tar. Sadly, I have no clue where to find tar.

I also didn't know how to make it.

Ah yes. I could use rice.

I walked to the house, cooked some rice, took the small pot of rice, and then just stuck the paper together.

I then grabbed a stick. And just covered it in rice, and stuck it onto the kite.

I used my whimsical magic powers and dried the rice.

And boom. It stuck.

I felt great. I had finally succeeded.

Except I needed string.

I was tempted to just tie grass together for a few hours.

Decided that may not have been the smartest move.

And thus, I went on a walk.

Then I stopped. What the f.u.c.k was I doing? I have an impressive amount unicorn hair.

So I turned around, got out the unicorn hair, and got ready.

I used my mana and infused it into the hair, gaining control of the mana within, I was able to manipulate the hair.

I combined each strand together, creating an impressively long strand of unicorn hair. I named what I had made, unicorn string.

Using my dagger, I carved a string holder at the pain of my hand.

Then wrapped all the string around it.

I then used my mana and poked a tiny hole into the kite and then started trying to put the string through it.

Luckily, I had one arm that wasn't in pain, and managed to get the tiny string through.

I was.

I was finally finished.

So then I got the large kite and started running.

Then I sat down.

This was nice.

Sitting in the cool grass, the warm sun, and gentle breeze. The beauty of it all.

And the pretty kite.