So yeh, I surprised myself and have another, this time for clone. Vacation does me good, clearly!
Reynir walked nonchalantly into Bjarni’s room. “Can I borrow your sweater?”
“Uh, sure, but it’s going to be too small for you?”
“Don’t worry, it’s only for a sec. I’ll show you something!” Reynir was pulling on Bjarni’s sweater, which was far too short for him, but was nevertheless sort of wearable. He fished a note and a small mirror from his pocket and started drawing on his own forehead.
“Yeah, that’s it… no! ouch!” Reynir was hurriedly wiping off his markings but started again. Bjarni was mildly interested in his little brother’s shenanigans, but all of a sudden there was a strange… something strange in the air. Now Bjarni was flabbergasted, as he was staring at… himself!
“Oh, I’m Bjarni Arnason and my brother is the greatest adventurer of all time! Really, my brother Reynir is so cool! He single-handedly magicked away a horde of…” the “Bjarni” in front of him started.
“Wha… what’s going on? How did you do that?? And I don’t sound like that at all!”
“Cool, ain’t it? I saw this rune meant for making wool of a sheep like the wool of a better sheep and tweaked it a bit! You need to have something from the original, and then there’s this galdrastafur which…”
“Wow, Reynir! Do you realize what this means! The possibilities are endless!” Bjarni was immediately scheming.
“Um, no, sorry. You have to wear something from that person.”
“That’s easy, I’ll pop downstairs to find something of dad’s right now!”
“No! It only lasts for about two minutes anyway!” Reynir was already starting wonder if it was a good idea to show the trick to Bjarni after all.
“What’s the point of making a sheep’s wool different for two minutes?”
“This is not the original version, stupid. We are not sheep, in case you didn’t notice. Although your, well, right now our, head does look like it’s been sheared. The original spell is not very nice either, you have to cut the stave into the skin, and I would never ever do that to a lamb! But this version is fun, no?”
Right at that moment, Bjarni’s door opened, and their mum stepped in.
“Bjarni, I need you to… What is this!” Her visage darkened considerably.
“Well, I, it’s…” both Bjarnis stammered something unintelligible.
Unerringly, Sigriður grabbed the ear of the Bjarni who was actually Reynir.
“Reynir! You knock this out this second! One Bjarni if enough for this family! Didn’t they teach you anything in the Academy? Aunt Helga always kept saying how magic is not for fun!”
“I bet she did” Bjarni (the real one) muttered, earning a fiery glance from their mum.
“You are not to fool around with these things! It is dangerous! You could end up getting sheep colic!”
“I know, Mom. I’m sorry, Mom. I won’t do it again, Mom.” (Reynir was of course keeping his fingers crossed behind his back).
“You make sure you don’t! You hear me?!”
“But Mom, how did you know which one was me?”
“Of course I know! A mother always knows. Undo it this instant!”
Sighing, Reynir wiped his forehead and removed Bjarni’s sweatshirt. Still, it was a neat trick, wasn’t it just?
