The Past

Magic had only been talked about in legends up until a couple of years back. One of the most famous legends was the story of a young child, who had grown up to become the greatest sorcerer of his time. The child had been born into a family of farmers; his mother had the power of air while his father had the power of water. When it was discovered that he had the power of earth his family was joyous. The power of earth was a useful power as a farmer, about as useful power as water. He would till the land while his mother would scatter the seeds and his father would water them. That was the routine during the peaceful time. When war broke out however he was drafted into the army. He as an earth wielder provided shielding from the opponents fire. However before even the first day of combat he discovered he had a secondary ability of fire. At first nobody was surprised as it was common to have a secondary element. But in the middle of the battle he was hit with fire, and was able to extinguish it with the same technique his father used to water the field. The generals were amazed as it was not only unusual to have three abilities but for them to be polar opposites such as fire and water, it was unheard of. The legend after that branched, depending on who told it, but all branches resumed at the point where he was an old man, who had all of the magical abilities. It is said that when he died, all the magic died with him. And that was when people could no longer use magic.

The Cop

He reached out his arm and screamed, “Stop!” A burst of light raced down his arm toward his fingertips, where it gathered for a fraction of a second before it shot through the air like a lightning bolt. When it hit the thief, he became paralyzed for a moment before he fell to the ground his hands and feet bound by the light. “Man, that’s a good affinity for this job!” the cop’s partner said. “I suppose so,” the cop replied, “but it would sometimes be nice to have a more powerful one.” His partner shrugged, “you take what you’re given, you know… ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’ or whatever.” “I suppose…” the cop sighed.
As the two cops walked to the jail, and the thief floated back, the cop mumbled, “…you know, if magic was still a thing of legends…” as he let his sentence fade, his partner looked at him knowingly. After a minute of two his partner said, “I know how you feel, how suddenly the magic came to us… sometimes I wonder if one day it will just disappear as quickly as it came, but then I say to myself, ‘the magic is here now, and showing no signs of going away’ and I vow to make the most of it.” The cop looked at his partner a good minute, and then muttered, “the last person I caught said that exact line, ‘I vowed to make the most of it’ I am sure that magic is here to stay but I wonder if it is doing more harm than good.”