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The Sun Has Fallen

Aladdin opened the door. As he'd suspected, it was none other than Mavok, his protégé and one of the few Aladdin believed he could trust. He wished he could trust more, but the first dozen or so assassination attempts had taught him to be cautious, even if any attempt on his life was guaranteed to fail.

"Hello, Mavok, what prompted you to wake me in the middle of the night?" Aladdin asked, happy that he managed to not sound groggy despite the odd hour. It was the little things like that which made magic truly worth it.

"Master, I have succeeded in discovering a new way to use the magic."

~ (o) ~

Thomas wiped his hands on the hand wipe that came with his meal as Timothy finished off his sandwich. They'd decided to stop at a small restaurant called Bill's Barbeque for dinner on the way home since they still had another half hour of driving before they got there but were already hungry. As Thomas finished cleaning his hands, the waitress finished with the customers she was working with and came over.

"You still have some time before we close," she said, "but here's the bill for when you're ready."

Thomas pulled out his debit card, handing it to her. "We're good now if you please. Thank you for the barbecue; it was delicious." He said, smiling.

The waitress smiled one of those smiles that were too perfect to not have been practiced and took his card, glancing back and winking as she headed to the counter.

Thomas blushed slightly as he turned back to Timothy in time to see him licking the last of the barbecue off his fingers. "That good, eh?" Tomas queried.

Timothy wiped off his hands. "Yeah, that good," He said enthusiastically. "I wish you could just make food like this appear like the house. It'd be much easier than trying to find some way to cook it ourselves or driving out here."

"Hey, don't say creating the house was easy. It took a good hour to figure out how to do that properly. And, if you didn't notice, it was still messed up." Thomas replied.

They'd found through much experimenting that there were several limitations to the magic power. The most annoying one was the limitation on complexity. The more complex something was, the harder it was to affect it. Even harder than affecting the item was creating it in such a way that would work. He'd broken several things in their dorm room while trying to copy them, and the last time he'd try to make food appear he'd had food poisoning for a week.

All that's to say, it was much easier to stick to very simple things like the periodic table of elements. There was still a lot he could do with that, such as filling a room with hydrogen to blow it up or turning a bottle cap into gold, but it wasn't the all-powerful-ness that one would expect with a ring that seemed to grant wishes.

There was, however, an exception to the simplicity rule. If he knew the thing intimately, like his toothbrush or favorite baseball cap, he could still affect it. The more he knew or used the item, the better he was able to affect it in the way he wanted. This had been the biggest discovery all, that he could expand his knowledge and affect more things. For instance, he'd recently spent a day learning about the details of gasoline and how it worked. After creating some and putting it in an old weed-whacker they'd found at a thrift store, the weed-whacker had powered up just fine. Finding that it continued to work even after several uses, they no longer had to bother to buy gas for the truck. Instead, Thomas just focused on the contents of the tank and filled it up whenever it got low.

The last two limitations they'd found were the size and the visibility. Creating the house had pushed him to the limits of what he could focus on at once. In fact, most of the time he couldn't focus on things much bigger than a car, but because it was the house he'd grown up in he'd managed to do it anyway. As for visibility, the harder it was to see the object and the farther away it was, the harder it was to focus on it in such a way as to change the pulses coming from the object. He still hadn't figured out an exception to that rule, unfortunately.