The Marshal of Magic - Myth Understood an urban fantasy thriller

THE MARSHAL OF MAGIC –

MYTH UNDERSTOOD

“I need your help,” the voice on the other end of the phone said and I froze.

The simple truth was, I never expected to hear from her again. At least not in this life.

Plus, I was still feeling from the sight of a black fox darting from the undergrowth in the woods and dropping a flip phone cell on the path at my feet.

It felt surreal and disconnected, like the fragment of a dream where the afterimage lingers long after the sun has come up to burn away the memories.

I remembered her.

Kiko. From Vegas.

The fox made sense. She was kitsune. Half human, half diety spirit from the island of Japan.

I tried to think of a great comeback, one that would impress her and stoke the fires.

“I bet you do.”

Nailed it.

“Because of Vegas?” she purred.

I could imagine the curl of her pouty lip, lifted in one corner in a semblance of a smile.

“Exactly,” I said into the phone and tried not to yell as I ignored the slick patina of fox slobber that coated the plastic shell.

“Nice,” her voice sounded tinny. Distant. “Uh, remember the dragon you stole the egg from?”

“We,” I corrected her.

She cleared her throat and waited to see if I had more to say. I wanted to rage, to rant and curse. Instead, I waited back.

It was easy to imagine the look on her face.

She had a beautiful face.

“We,” she finally sighed into the phone.

“I remember,” I prompted.

“She had a daughter,” Kiko said. “I think she’s trying to kill me.”

CHAPTER TWO

I had a selfish thought as I listened to her breathing on the other end of the phone. The last time we were together I was able to perform a transporter spell
Magic at its most fundamental level is a function of quantum reality.

Know what an atom is?

For a long time people thought atoms were the smallest things in the universe turns out they were wrong. There are creations called quarks which make up atoms and I bet when science catches up to reality there are even smaller particles that make up a quark.
What that means to normal people though is the universe is a fast place full of the unknown.

Part of that unknown, a manipulation of quantum reality, is called magic.
It really is a case of now you see it now you don't.
The transporter spell moves a body from one location to the next and yes I stole the name from Star Trek.
Beam me up.
It's so advanced that wizards nearing the century mark can’t perform it.

. Mucho mucho magic.
I did it once, the ghost of my Watcher Elvis screaming in my ear as I fell from a couple of thousand feet up in the air
I have heard of people hulking out when their body dumps adrenalin laced with fear into their system.

Mothers can lift cars off of their small children and apparently young magic users under a century-old, such as myself, can cast a spell like few others
I did it to save my life.
And now Kiko was asking for my help.

Made me think of this spell, and made me wonder if being around a half God wood enhance my magical ability.
Selfish, I know.
“I don't know how soon I can get to Japan,” I said.
After we slayed the Dragon, Kiko stole the dragon egg absconded for parts Unknown. She was returning it to her home country.
“I'm in San Francisco,” she said.
I shrugged, even though she couldn’t see me.
“Still not as easy as driving from Memphis to New Orleans,” I said. “I can be there tomorrow.”
“That may be too late,” she said. “Can't you ask your judge for help?”
The Judge was the most powerful magic-user on the planet and maybe even in a couple of realms.

He was the Judge, and Executioner of the Magical World, and I was one of his deputized magical Marshal.

I don't know quite how old the judge was.

I met a gnome New Orleans, who was practically immortal who showed me a picture of a vision of the Judge when he was younger battle that predated recorded history by at least a millennia.
He could transport me just about anywhere I needed to go, and often did times without warning or informing me, leaving it up to me to figure out petty things like details.
“Do I really want to bother him with this?
“You probably should,” Kiko purred into the phone. “She's after you too.”

I'd like this done by the end of the year.

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