[ WP ] A wizard casts a brand new spell which seems to work but has unforeseen consequences .

`` Madam! Are you alright?! I heard an explosion!'' said the Attendant. 
 
 `` I've got it! I've got the spell to finally work! Quick, attendant! Come here!'' replied the young witch. 
 
 `` Wait, what spell- What the hell?!'' 
 
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 Food shortages are relatively common on isolated island with no means of production whatsoever. Soil's dry enough to be considered sand. Freshwater sources are too far inland. 
 
 Yet, the people who had decided to build a magical academy in such a poor location, decided to build it far from any useful depot of natural resources. The bright genius who had masterminded the building project reportedly said this tidbit of wisdom. 
 
 `` Nobody cares about mountain water, that's what rain is for!'' 
 
 Though this genius was sacked and executed shortly afterwards, the issue of food remained. 
 
 This royal academy of magic that had been built upon the island was constantly struggling to trade or request food deliveries from the main continent, leaving its students and faculty in constant debt to the government. Elixers and tonics for fresh water, enchanted clothing and gems for half a dozen cows, love potions for contraceptives, and so on. 
 
 Among the student population of some eighteen-thousand, however, there stood one girl. This girl, like everyone else on the island academy, was tired of crusty bread and ( allegedly ) diseased pork everyday, desired more for her daily breakfast, lunch and dinner. 
 
 This witch was known by everyone as simply Goch, though her closer colleagues will call her Madam Goch. Not out of any respect or deeper personal relationship, mind you. The title was mainly meant to spite her and her age. 
 
 But, we're getting off-topic. 
 
 You see, it was on this very day, at this very hour, but only a few seconds before hand, that Goch had perfected a spell that she had hoped would solve all of their issues forever. 
 
 A replication spell. 
 
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 ``... Madam Goch.'' 
 
 `` Yes?'' 
 
 In a little tower overlooking the sea, sat the young witch's lab. Bubbling vials of colorful serums were carefully held up in little clamps all around. A cauldron sat in the middle, boiling its bright green, though it honestly did absolutely nothing besides look professional. 
 
 And all around the floors today, there were eggs. They filled a room as like the thick waves of the salty sea below, engulfing the lab in a heavy sea of white. 
 
 `` They're hen eggs,'' Goch popped a whole egg into her mouth. Her teeth grated against the hard white shell of the little meal. 
 
 `` Yes, I'm quite aware of that, Madam.'' 
 
 `` Would you care to try one?'' 
 
 `` No, not really, Madam.'' The Attendant stared blankly at the floor, which he had just swept dirt-clean a few moments ago. All that work gone to waste as the witch was now stomping about the shells, crushing each one under booted feet. `` Madam, why?'' 
 
 `` Why what?'' 
 
 `` You know exactly what I'm talking about.'' 
 
 `` For science, Attendant.'' 
 
 `` Science, madam?'' 
 
 `` Science,'' Goch repeated. Her eyes gleamed with a childlike joy never before seen in a sixteen year-old. Noticing the yellow yolk dribbling from her lips, she wiped the mucous slime off with her sleeves. 
 
 The Attendant withdrew into an unegged corner to weep like the miserable little tool he was. He sat in complete silence for the next twenty minutes or so, letting out a weak sniffle every now and then. 
 
 Goch, on the other hand, had taken it upon herself to toss away her hat and her outer layer of robes out the window and try to swim in the pile of eggs. To this day, it remains a mystery how not a single one of them cracked and set-off a chain Crackening that would've devastated the castle infrastructure. 
 
 Bathing herself in what she had considered her greatest work, the witch came to a realization. If a single egg can be copied into a thousand with a single spell, what could she do with a whole cow... nay, a whole horse. What about the tiny farm that had fed the whole population of eighteen-thousand? 
 
 Overnight, a measly thirty cows, forty hens, and fifty pigs can be multiplied into tens of hundreds. It would be a feast fit for a king, if the current one was n't so fat already. 
 
 `` Attendant. Call the kitchen staff. I know exactly what we're doing tomorrow.'' 
 
 `` Please, do n't tell me.'' 
 
 `` I'm copying everything in the henhouse.'' 
 
 `` Everything, Madam?'' 
 
 `` Everything!'' cackled the witch before she dived right back into her mountain of eggs. 
 
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 Unfortunately for Goch, she later had her eggs confiscated and scolded after the fiasco. It turned out that when food was replicated, it had created an... addictive taste in fresher meats and produce. 
 
 The average weight of each and every person on the island increased by about fifty pounds a week into the usage of cloned animals for meal purposes. 
 
 Parents of noble-children soon came to the island as well, not to complain to the school, no sir. They also tried to take food for themselves, only to be stopped at the gates with a whole five-hundred cows slaughtered and piled up in a wagon. 
 
 Litter was also an issue, of course. Pig ribs were left untouched in the mess-hall and had spilled onto the hard-oak flooring below, staining the floor with its greasy fat. Egg shells cluttered the hallway outside when students had taken hard-boiled eggs out for a mid-class snack. 
 
 Of course, the attendant was immediately put to work cleaning up this mess. After approximately one month of working with two hours of sleep, he had managed to clean up a single hallway, half the mess, and the women's restrooms. His body was found collapsed on the floor due to sleep deprivation. 
 
 He was then thrown into the dungeons and received eight-hundred and eighty-eight for not finishing his work on time. 
 
 As for Goch, she was forbidden to perform the spell ever again on any living organism, in addition to a one month ban on any egg products. Withdrawal symptoms set in within a single day, resulting in the women's bathrooms being scorched completely as well as the attendant being thrown in the dungeons once again for not cleaning the bathrooms while he was being lashed. 
 
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 The bright side to the fiasco, however, was that the King's Army later received a shipment of eighty-thousand spear, eight-thousand crossbows, and eight-hundred sword-and-shield sets to arm their men. Though it was rumored that there would be even more surprises for the Navy as well, what with all the timber and wood suddenly appearing at the shipyards. 
 
 The school received new food benefits in the form of higher-quality meats and fruit seeds being shipped in almost daily. With plenty of eggs and finer food, the student body was much more satisfied with their living circumstances. Life returned back to uneasy, though slightly jollier peace. 
 
 That is, except for the Attendant, who still had about eighty hallways and a half of the dining hall left to clean. 
 

