The waterfall behind the cave

Short stories and other random thoughts by Gigaherz

The final battle

The protagonist storms into the main hall of the castle, leaving behind a trail of defeated enemies.

“So you made it here.” says the enemy, standing up from the table. “I was hoping to avoid this confrontation, but I guess there’s no avoiding it, now.”

“Die!” the protagonist yells, and jumps forward with his sword drawn.

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Just what I needed

I had been a long time since I last used my skills. The metaphorical gears of my internal machinery creaked as they started to turn, remembering their purpose and rejoicing at their new task.

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The Broom

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a witch.

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King’s demise

A man sat quietly in a far corner of an inn. It must have been a busy day, as it had been the innkeeper who had brought him the plate that contained his dinner. He stared at the seemingly filthy plate with utter disbelief. “How can so many people be okay with that?” He thought. Where he lived, they would clean every single plate, spoon, fork and knife with warm water and soap. In that town, no one seemed to be bothered by eating from a plate someone had used right before. He forced himself to look natural. He forced himself to bring some food into his mouth, trying to avoid direct contact between the fork and his lips.

He had been trained to pass unnoticed, to avoid any attention. He knew how to survive in any situation, if the emergency was grave enough. It sickened him to think of what he was doing, but he did it regardless.

Around him, people ate. Others spoke loudly, and often played strange games that seemed to involve more alcohol than chance. In the other side of the room, there was a man playing mediocre tunes and singing – or attempting to sing – with a voice that hardly ever made the right tone, and yet managed to get tipped. The man guessed it was due to the satirical content of the song, which appeared to be able to entertain those who bothered to listen.

The fireplace burned bright and hot, and smoke escaped from it, filling the ceiling and the lungs of anyone fool enough to stand too tall. Not all the smoke came from the fireplace though, as a reasonable number of people had their own personal sources. They must know they were killing themselves, since there was no way inhaling such smoke could ever do anything other than turn your lungs as dark as the soot that covered the ceiling and walls.

He somehow managed to hear some conversations, despite all the noise. One of them in particular caught his attention. He made sure not to appear to be listening, and focused his mind on the words.

“Hey, did you hear the big news, yet?” a man said, almost yelling, trying to be heard by his companion. “They say the King is dead, killed by an assassin in his sleep.”

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Where we stand

Jason commanded the earth moving towards him to shatter into its elemental particles, just as his attention was drawn to the source of the light newly illuminating the sky. He surrounded the flaming ball in a sphere of pure water, and just as it started absorbing the heat the light faded away and the water turned into frost and cracked, just to collapse upon itself and become more sense and flawless.

David split the ice into thin slivers, and launched them, nearly drag-free, towards Jason’s physical body. They shattered against a sheet of pure steel which right afterwards disappeared to give way to a ball of extremely dense matter which quickly accelerated towards the surface of the earth, David’s body in its path. The ball veered out of the way at the last second, and turned towards Jason shortly before vanishing into nothing.

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Yet another old concept, updated and revised. Sorry for the long delay since the last post.

A dwarf, an elf and an orc walk into the tavern.

“So full of meat in here.” says the orc, looking around.

The dwarf grabs the handle of his axe. “Shut up, before I cut you.”

“Cut what, my toe?” the orc chuckles.

“Hey, hey! Come on, let’s have some peace…” says the elf in his melodic voice, getting between them.

“Peace my ass,” replies the dwarf and turns around to face the other way.

The orc walks to the bar and slaps it with one of its big hands. “…‘tender! Gimme some meat.”

“What kind?” the man replies.

“Dun’ care. Be fast, ‘fore I eat a client.”

“Add a pair of beers for us,” says the dwarf. “we’ll be over there in the corner table.”

The elf and the dwarf walk to an empty table, and sit down. The orc waits for the bartender to come out of the kitchen, and takes the plate the man was carrying. He drops it on the table, splattering all around it with sauce, and proceeds to eat.

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The Awakening

…and he said the words and closed his eyes,
and the world moved on without him,
until the day she would be free again.

I was barely awake yet, and I already knew something went terribly wrong. I opened my eyes to see nothing. I didn’t dare Sense my surroundings out of fear that my magic reserves had dropped too low. I was still alive, so there must have still been some left, but I felt weak which meant it had been a long time. Too long…

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The First Rule of Magic

Concept idea I wrote sometime around 2009-2010

The first rule of magic is also the most important one. As my master and teacher told me: “Never, ever, cast an unbounded spell. In the best case, you would die, in the worst, you would destroy the world.” The reason? Simple: Magic draws magic.

Unbounded, magic would start a chain reaction, the power flow would increase exponentially, setting loose such forces that eventually they would attract the space and time themselves into a single point. In fact, is that not how the world came to be? We could then theorize that the world existed before, but someone managed to release magic from its bounds. The reality is, though, that such feat would not be easy. In fact, many consider it to be impossible.

For magic to happen, the user must drive the primordial energies through their own body, direct them using the words in the spell to shape their will, and finally release them towards the target. This creates a simple limit such that if the energy was too great, the user’s body would be strained to the point it stops functioning. To drive the amounts of energy necessary for the world’s destruction, one would need to either find a way to release magic itself, or obtain an immortal, invulnerable body. Surely there is no means to the latter, and the former is such a ridiculous concept it’s not even worth considering.

Or so we thought.


A small thought I wrote years ago, I don’t know the exact date at the moment.

Magic is the common name given to things we cannot explain. At which point does it stop being magic and becomes science? Can we still call it magic, if it’s known, proven, but still out of what we use to consider ordinary? If we cannot explain it, it can be called magic, but what if others can?

Historically, magic has always been “tricks” played by people on those who didn’t have enough knowledge to realize how the tricks worked, leading them to believe on supernatural powers that put the “mage” people above the rest. In a sense, they indeed were above the rest, but not in supernatural powers, rather in better knowledge of physics and chemistry.

But I digress. While I know it might not be appropriate to call it magic, I cannot seem to find a better word to describe that which, considered within the bounds of our reality, would seem unrealistic, or maybe unexplainable.

This “magic” I’m trying to explain is something I have personally experienced, and because there was no way to prove its existence, I’m certain some people will try to make me look like a fool for even believing in it, and I know the vast majority of the world, even amongst those who get to read this, will believe it to be just the work of my imagination, yet another fantasy story taken from the realm of dreams, rather than actual experiences.


This is a rewrite of an old idea from back in 2004 or so. I don’t remember the exact date.

They were speaking in a language I didn’t understand. I was being held down on top of a stone, by men from a country I couldn’t identify. It had all happened too fast to do anything. I was surrounded, and then suddenly a dozen wavy swords pointed at me. Obviously, I gave myself up. I was unarmed, and even if I had had any weapon I didn’t have any battle experience. They must have gotten the wrong person, I thought.

They called me by a name that wasn’t mine, although it was not the first time someone used it. “Sorry, you got the wrong person”, I always said. Most often, they were comprehensive and excused themselves and let me go, but a few times I had had to run. That worked because those people usually found me in a city, where the streets are narrow and there’s a lot of places to hide in. I had to learn how to use the cities to my advantage the hard way, though.

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