World of Laws and Magic

The year is 2495 of the McMillan calendar. People from dozens of countries are watching their holographic televisions during midday as the various Presidents and Prime Ministers addressed everyone in their best suits and ties, saying variations of:

"God bless this wonderful world of ours!", 

"Grand Earth will never fall to its enemies." and

"For every civilian watching, happiness be to you."

Then after almost all of the various leaders gave their own monologue, the Director of the United Realm stood up and gave his speech, the Director seeming to be a slim but muscular man in his mid forties, wearing a plain, black dress shirt tucked into his black dress pants carrying a stern look on his face:

"As you all know, my name is Sylvester Rowland and I am the current Director of The Order of the United Realm. We are here today to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the end of the world war that united our nations and various realms and that has created the current world peace and scientific and magical progress that we have all come to know."

"I don't have much to say as our prosperity and cohesiveness is already self-evident but for the benefit of the young ones who have neither known the loss nor the despair that previous generations experienced in the ten year period prior to the last twenty years, I will say this!"

"Just as there are many hardships and challenges that we all need to face throughout our lives there are just as many wonders to behold and embrace, not because we happen upon them as generations long since gone had done but because we can take it upon ourselves using our own might to determine our future. This world is based on laws and for those of us with courage and determination we can create our own laws, and by using these, whether blessings or curses, our peace in and rule over this world will never fall away."

Director Rowland then raised his hand and moved his lips as if to speak but no words could be heard; a great number of symbols that seemed to appear from nothing, each symbol written in a language that looked similar to Sanskrit, blazed with fire, and the sky then shone with a blinding bright, blue light and rays of light that seemed palpable descended on everyone in the world besides those that were in attendance themselves at the assembly, filling them with energy and vitality. Five seconds later the light disappeared and the the world assembly program had ended and almost everyone went back to their normal daily routines.

One young man who the light touched, however, continued to stare blankly towards the direction where the light came from as if he was wondering how the light was able to move past solid walls in order to fall on his body. When his eyes became focused again he put a smile on his face and although he was alone in his almost empty room, to him, it felt like this place radiated an endless warmth and liveliness. His smile collapsed and with a determined expression, he whispered:

"I'm definitely going to create my own laws and be just like Sylvester Rowland. This really is a wonderful world, ha, ha, ha..."

Laughing uncontrollably, he fell off of the bed that he was sitting on. He stared at the ceiling for five minutes and then fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of a future where he too could use magic to create miracles.

..........

Irene Capitol removed her ear from Nick's door.

"That boy is so worthless, wasting his time watching such a program. People like us should just be content with our lot. Hmph, that boy bearly even talks to me or his sisters so he must be some sort of idiot. Although he gets pretty decent grades in school, he's ultimately a dunce and I shouldn't expect anything from him."

Irene went back to her room with a contempt filled expression.

(I'll make sure that boy comes to understand his place in this house!)

...........

Jerry Davis of Kinderton Primary School was currently in his office grading papers. The students were all at home today because of an administrative mandate. Jerry looked at a set of papers with interest.

"This Nick Capitol sure does have potential, he understands everything I teach so easily and he accomplishes tasks in class with such efficiency. It's too bad that he doesn't get along with the other students. He also barely talks at all in class so the children have started spreading rumors about him."

"Sigh, I hope he doesn't let all the gossip get him down. Hmmm..."

Jerry looked at a section of Nick's test paper that asks him what he wants to be when he grows up. Nick answered:

"I want to be the strongest Magician in the world."

Jerry smiled, releasing a short lived chuckle.

"Ha, ha. You've got the right idea kid. Kids like him tend to have a hard time in regular schools but for some reason, I think that he will be fine."

..........

Dreyfus Gray walked into director Rowland's temporary office and spoke to the director plainly:

"Sir, we have received recent reports about magic energy from unknown realms that are being dumped onto Grand Earth; these events have been tracked by our realm exploration and investigation unit. The magic energy is mostly the same as ours but with slight differences that we are unable to properly analyze. I believe that the source of the magic energy is somehow preventing us from properly being able to analyze the complete natures of the magic energy."

Director Rowland turned around from the window that he had been looking out of and asked:

"Is the magic energy harmful in anyway?"

Dreyfus shook his head, saying:

"No, it doesn't seem to be but as you know, unknown magical natures can cause problems if unscrupulous Magicians are able to grasp them. What makes things worse is that we won't have any information on these unknown types of magic until some persons develop an affinity for them which could take years."

Director Rowland lost interest in Dreyfus's report and said:

"If someone develops an affinity for any of these unknown types of magic, it is their fortune and I'm certainly not going to get in the way of their destiny. Now, if some Magician grows arrogant and acts wildly I'm sure he'll be taken care of like all the other rogues before him. You may leave."

Dreyfus nodded his head and left the office. Sylvester Rowland continued looking out the window with eerie, dark eyes.

(Unknown realms and types of magic, huh?)