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"It's too warm."
"Sorry grandpa. I don't know how to control fire that well. I'll practice more."
This was a lovely story of a grandfather being visited by his beloved granddaughter. The setting was just his regular home, a small three story mansion that used to support a family of seventeen.
Yes, this narrator said seventeen.
Now, in this modern times, it supported only one man, the Grandfather himself. His wife's photo was on the kitchen counter top, the image of a college girl wrapping her soft arms around an elderly man (pl-plastic surgery!?).
Times have changed, and life has moved on its own course.
... By the way, did he take his medications yet?
"Grandpa, you're not paying attention. You'll miss my trick to summon water with this pencil."
"S-sorry, sweetie. Grandpa's mind isn't as sharp as it used to be. Honestly, I used to shoot down Sopwith Camels with a single rifle round. Now I can't even read the letters in the local sports paper."
"What's a Sopwith?"
"It's a very old plane sweetie. And the pride of the British Empire, oh-ho-ho."
"I didn't know Camels can fly."
"N-no. Camels don't fly. Or at least, not in the First Great War."
"But I saw my classmate from Cairo come to school on a flying camel. He calls it Winn-Dixie"
"Son of a b*tch, this modern magic is too much for me!"
"???"
The little granddaughter with pigtails tilted her head at her grandfather's flustered remark.
Indeed, times has changed. From the days of gasoline and electricity, it rapidly shifted from smartphones to the development of modern magic technology. Now a days, there were many products designed with an arcane motor to release magical particles and conduct a pre-programmed spell.
For example, there were projectors that could make physical holograms; electric fans that release ice as if straight from Antarctica; carpets that were swifter and easier to control than the formerly popular one-wheels or hoverboards.
Right now, the little girl who looked no older than six years old brought to her Grandfather the most widely used magic device.
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Pencil Crayons, each able to produce an element based on the color on its body. Drawing Water, Shading Fire, and Sketching Earth could never be easier (#ShamelessAdvertisement).
"Oh!? S-Sweetie! Sweetie! H-how did you make that puppy dog out of earth! HOLY SH*T! it's moving like a real animal!"
"It's a golem, grandpa. My teacher just taught us that yesterday. It's easier when I use this brown crayon to make enough Earth to build the body. Isn't it cute? I want to call it Schrodinger."
"A-as much as I want to praise your aesthetics, i-it still looks like the drawing of a 5 year old. A-and isn't the title Schrodinger usually tagged with an unfortunate cat!?"
"Uuuuh. Grandpa is making fun of me. Sob."
"N-no. O-of course not! I would never do that, not even to the enemies of our nation!"
The grandfather who had survived all three world wars to this day, killing enemy with combat knives and silenced pistols, even crawling behind enemy lines to take out high value targets – was starting to get anxious when his darling granddaughter prepared to cry.
The way she puffed her cheeks like an angry hamster was too much for his frail heart.
"S-seriously. Magic is too convenient these days. Even children can call on a dragon to fly them to school. No fair, when I was your age we always walk 5 miles to the nearest school. Even now the military has these goggles that could detect magical particles and developed anti-magic plasma shields. Th-this new leap in science is too much for the brain of a Baby Boomer!"
"Grandpa. Don't pull out your hair or you'll lose the rest of it."
"L-let me have my moment sweetie. Grandpa's mental capacity can't handle this situation!"
The Granddaughter pouted like an angry hamster again. She had hoped to visit her grandpa to show off her new magic spells which she learned from elementary school. In the end, she had to listen to the Grandfather complain about how magic was 'too' wonderful from his perspective.
"... I'm sorry sweetie. Grandpa's forgot to take this medications. He's okay now. Please continue."
"Grandpa ignored me."
"N-no! Don't cry! P-p-please show me another trick! Hurry! Hurry!"
The ex-special forces man that was now a Grandfather did his best to keep his beloved granddaughter from bawling. Once she got the water works going, they'll never stop. They'll keep going until his son, her father, comes to his home to pick her up.
The Grandfather knew too well, their relationship was already stuck on the rocks of Cape Horn. Should the child's parent witness this pitiful sight, the image of a battleship the size of the USS Gerald R. Ford firing all guns came across the mind.
The ex-special forces turned grandparent was the direct target.
"... Sniff... Okay. But you have to pay attention grandpa! I worked very hard to make this spell work."
"Y-yes. Yes! Th-this grandfather who used to shoot enemy soldiers from 2000 yards with a single bullet shall watch my darling grandchild carefully!!"
"... I'm over here grandpa."
"SON OF B*TCH GLAUCOMA!"
After the Grandfather calmed down, and finally put on his reading glasses, he paid direct attention to his granddaughter.
"1. 2. 3. Hocus Pocus!"
"... Heh!? That plain!?"
An accident happened. The little girl used the wrong verbal and hand motion command to conduct her spell. So instead of using a white crayon to turn her teddy bear into a beautiful pony—
—She suddenly grew up to be a 16 year old princess... who was kidnapped by her rag doll that turned into a Wicked Witch.
"....GRANDPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"UNHAND MY GRANDDAUGHTER, YOU GOD-D@MN OLD CROON!"
And so the man who: survived all three world wars; couldn't even understand the sudden leap of magical technology; and kept forgetting to take his medications – sprung out of his battered wheel chair to go on a wild adventure to rescue his beloved granddaughter.
His treasured M1 Garand as his sword and a Trench Shovel as his shield.
"MAGIC! FLYING CAMELS! RAG DOLL WITCHES, I DON'T GIVE A SH*T! YOU NEVER, EVER - EVER - MESS WITH THE GRANDCHILD OF THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORP! OOAAAAAAAAAAH!"
South of the border - still not in h*ll.