When I was a young mind in school, I was taught The Theory.
Now, The Theory is none other than The Theory of Attraction and Attainment in All Things Meteoric and Ethereal . Simply put, it was the theory behind the premise of magic and life.
As my teachers lectured and mapped out this idealism on blackboards between clouds of dry chalk, dry humor and yester-year fashion, I experienced a simple break- through from an experiement conducted between a fairy and willow-o-wisp. My hands were momentarily wraith - blue and able to pass through matter before returning, safely, back to normal. I realised, then, a connection and combination between the two different magical entities (illusion and alteration). It was enough to prove to me The Theory was, more than likely, a possible and accurate observation of the Earth's magical network.
I absorbed everything my teachers taught; becoming an expert student and, eventually, a proficient teacher of The Theory. With dedication and wisdom, I formed a sound understanding on the connection between living species and its surrounding energies; why swamp creatures were able to channel the straw-musk smelling alternation magic from the swamp environment and forest folk were able to heal their surroundings and themselves with just a gob of tree sap or a drop of sweet smelling nectar from various flower species. It was all in the connection itself.
I was like all scientists. I was passionate to dissect the unknown and place it into categorised boxes of what I did know.
Somewhere along my learning, I crossed the line. I treaded into another area of The Theory I hadn't fully realised.
We learn with hope of being a better example for humanity but fail to see the adverse consequence of our scrutiny. When life is dissected too much that the mystery is cut away and the original form is corrupted, there is a danger of interference. Quite possibly a meltdown.
I had helped our race advance in magical understanding just as Galileo planted the seeds of gravity into our minds. But, my contribution to my humanity came at a cost.
In one of my experiments I mixed an eagle, a bear, a clown fish and a salamander with the properties of Adamantium. I was expecting a result of pure magic and the final proof of The Theory.
Instead, I opened a vortex to the dark side of magic; a negative reaction to life itself. Within minutes, the darkness claimed my lab. It neither destroyed nor dissolved the lab, simply made it nonexistent.
I ran from the darkness as it trailed my heels. Along the way, I saw magic run backwards, people digress into primates and the world de-evolve until it was nothing more than the dawn itself. Then it was gone.
I was gone.
I had become a thought being; neither real nor fictional.
It was in the supposed nothingness I had, finally, learned the truth of The Theory and error of my ways.
An omniscient voice spoke of my failings and how I had eradicated my kind with my thirst for higher knowledge reserved only for gods. The voice spoke of kindness for all things. It spoke of giving me a second chance to correct my values for the sake of the new human race. I would live to ensure no one else travelled down my flawed path of thinking and being. Otherwise, there would be no second chances.
Humanity and Earth were restored but with a price. Magic was gone along with the creatures that were heavily dependant on this energy, including the metals Adamantium and Mithril. I was cursed with immortality; to wander the new Earth and live amongst its life without the truth of fairies, elves, minotaurs and even trolls.
Like a piece of new fruit left on the bench under the hot sun, I watched the world wilt as it warred with itself and change from steaming, wild and unruly life to clinically arrayed vegetation surrounding metal filled houses.
There's nothing much natural left. All of the founding species have died out.
At first it seemed all traces of The Theory was gone as well until I sighted the infant stages of atomism chalking up dust on a scientist's blackboard. When the basis of Relativity was discovered, I was afraid.
Now I keep my ear to the ground (so to speak). I've been keeping my eye on a few people who have made significant contributions to the human way of life. So far, inventors have been able to advance mankind with little interaction with The Theory. At one point, Bill Gates came close only to steer his product to a different idealism.
There are always others coming close. A marine biologist at BP is making me nervous. She is a dedicated and apt scientist who is quite passionate in curing marine life from the BP Gulf Oil Spill and very close in finding a solution. If only she realised that her work is being observed by a geneologist in New York. This particular geneologist has almost stabilised cell patterns of a genome linked to the abnormalities of bronchioles in lungs. Possibly the first cure for lung cancer.
The voices of these scientists stir my blood and hold my body in a tight lock. It's only a matter of time they discover The Theory at the heart of it all.
Caution is required. There are no second chances.
Now, The Theory is none other than The Theory of Attraction and Attainment in All Things Meteoric and Ethereal . Simply put, it was the theory behind the premise of magic and life.
As my teachers lectured and mapped out this idealism on blackboards between clouds of dry chalk, dry humor and yester-year fashion, I experienced a simple break- through from an experiement conducted between a fairy and willow-o-wisp. My hands were momentarily wraith - blue and able to pass through matter before returning, safely, back to normal. I realised, then, a connection and combination between the two different magical entities (illusion and alteration). It was enough to prove to me The Theory was, more than likely, a possible and accurate observation of the Earth's magical network.
I absorbed everything my teachers taught; becoming an expert student and, eventually, a proficient teacher of The Theory. With dedication and wisdom, I formed a sound understanding on the connection between living species and its surrounding energies; why swamp creatures were able to channel the straw-musk smelling alternation magic from the swamp environment and forest folk were able to heal their surroundings and themselves with just a gob of tree sap or a drop of sweet smelling nectar from various flower species. It was all in the connection itself.
I was like all scientists. I was passionate to dissect the unknown and place it into categorised boxes of what I did know.
Somewhere along my learning, I crossed the line. I treaded into another area of The Theory I hadn't fully realised.
We learn with hope of being a better example for humanity but fail to see the adverse consequence of our scrutiny. When life is dissected too much that the mystery is cut away and the original form is corrupted, there is a danger of interference. Quite possibly a meltdown.
I had helped our race advance in magical understanding just as Galileo planted the seeds of gravity into our minds. But, my contribution to my humanity came at a cost.
In one of my experiments I mixed an eagle, a bear, a clown fish and a salamander with the properties of Adamantium. I was expecting a result of pure magic and the final proof of The Theory.
Instead, I opened a vortex to the dark side of magic; a negative reaction to life itself. Within minutes, the darkness claimed my lab. It neither destroyed nor dissolved the lab, simply made it nonexistent.
I ran from the darkness as it trailed my heels. Along the way, I saw magic run backwards, people digress into primates and the world de-evolve until it was nothing more than the dawn itself. Then it was gone.
I was gone.
I had become a thought being; neither real nor fictional.
It was in the supposed nothingness I had, finally, learned the truth of The Theory and error of my ways.
An omniscient voice spoke of my failings and how I had eradicated my kind with my thirst for higher knowledge reserved only for gods. The voice spoke of kindness for all things. It spoke of giving me a second chance to correct my values for the sake of the new human race. I would live to ensure no one else travelled down my flawed path of thinking and being. Otherwise, there would be no second chances.
Humanity and Earth were restored but with a price. Magic was gone along with the creatures that were heavily dependant on this energy, including the metals Adamantium and Mithril. I was cursed with immortality; to wander the new Earth and live amongst its life without the truth of fairies, elves, minotaurs and even trolls.
Like a piece of new fruit left on the bench under the hot sun, I watched the world wilt as it warred with itself and change from steaming, wild and unruly life to clinically arrayed vegetation surrounding metal filled houses.
There's nothing much natural left. All of the founding species have died out.
At first it seemed all traces of The Theory was gone as well until I sighted the infant stages of atomism chalking up dust on a scientist's blackboard. When the basis of Relativity was discovered, I was afraid.
Now I keep my ear to the ground (so to speak). I've been keeping my eye on a few people who have made significant contributions to the human way of life. So far, inventors have been able to advance mankind with little interaction with The Theory. At one point, Bill Gates came close only to steer his product to a different idealism.
There are always others coming close. A marine biologist at BP is making me nervous. She is a dedicated and apt scientist who is quite passionate in curing marine life from the BP Gulf Oil Spill and very close in finding a solution. If only she realised that her work is being observed by a geneologist in New York. This particular geneologist has almost stabilised cell patterns of a genome linked to the abnormalities of bronchioles in lungs. Possibly the first cure for lung cancer.
The voices of these scientists stir my blood and hold my body in a tight lock. It's only a matter of time they discover The Theory at the heart of it all.
Caution is required. There are no second chances.
