[ WP ] Two magicians compete to see who is capable of the most complicated spell .

`` So, are you ready?'' Daniel asked, a smirk playing in his lips. Cocky sod; thinks he can beat *me*? 
 `` Go on then; show me how you'll lose'' I replied. 
 `` Fine. One, two, three... *boom*'' His smugness deepened; irrationally, as far as I can see. Same garden, same tree, same... moon? 
 `` Wait... that's No moon...'' 
 `` Nope. It's the Earth. Hah! I'd like to see you too that, smartey pants!'' He jigged in a way most unbecoming of a mage. I raised an eyebrow. 
 `` Beat what? A simple teleportation spell? *Please*'' He spluttered at that. `` A simple teleportation spell? Do you know how hard orbital mechanics are for two people AND to maintain an airpocket?'' He waved his hands, and returned us to the garden. 
 `` Two people... and a tree.'' I said, looking sadly at the spot my arboreal astronaut used to stand. He followed my gaze. `` Whoops. Sorry man; I'm sure someone will appreciate its lunar appearance.'' 
 
 Right. Time to show this two-bit tree snatcher what real magic was. 
 `` Stand back Dan. Ready to be schooled?'' His smirk doubted, but he nodded. I slapped my hands together, then slowly drew them apart. Ethereal Winds howled through the air; the Earth itself shook with the effort, the sky darkened to the deepest midnight... *there. * 
 `` Ta da! What do you think?'' I held aloft my result. 
 `` You beat my moon trip... with a teleported cup of tea?'' I took a sip. Well, I needed it after that. 
 `` Teleported? Look again, my friend. Do you see any teleportation magic about this? No? That's because I forged this tea from thin air and sunlight. Hah!'' 
 He looked... puzzled at my accomplishment. 
 `` You... created this?'' 
 `` Yep!'' 
 `` Out of thin air?'' 
 `` Yep! The protein folding's the hardest to do for the milk'' I took another sip. Mmm, got the sugar right this time too. 
 `` You cracked the secret of creation... a method to create *anything*... And You made a cup of tea?!?'' He was n't taking his defeat very well. 
 `` Well, I was thirsty. Besides, the spell only works for tea; coffee is n't a natural by-product of the cosmos, it seems.'' The look on his face finally showed defeat; whether it was against my superior magical skills, or just incredulation at the abuse of my talents, I am not sure. 
 `` With a spelling mistake.'' He turned the cup around to show me the inscription: *World's Gratest Wizard*. 
 `` We-ell... no spell's perfect. Besides, you left my tree on the moon.'' 
 Conceding the point, we went inside. After 1200 years, you learn to loosen up on these things.
