In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do you Believe in Magic?.”
The caravan was small, moving down the southern roads from Hareth towards the open planes of the Burnt Desert. I joined them mostly by mistake, a misunderstanding in some backwards tavern far off the road to nowhere and very decidedly unhappy to see me traipsing through their doorway.
What actually happened in that tavern was something of a blur.
Next thing I knew my horse is tied to the back of a cart, my hands are bound to the saddle and a Hedge Witch is trying to poke my eyes out with her glare.
‘Don’t even try it,’ she hissed. ‘I know a warlock when I smell one.’
A friend of mine once said that ‘magic is just science we haven’t quite worked out yet’. I thought it was a fantastic way of looking at the world and I sort of clung onto the idea from there on out. It made sense to me.
As a writer magic can be an important tool.
Don’t know how a character escapes from an almost certain, horrible fate?
The world is ending and no one can possibly save it?
The dog won’t stop hiccuping and the baboon has learned to plan the harp but doesn’t understand Mozart’s way of composing music?
Magic does have its limits however and if you want to write it convincingly then you need to work out some ground rules for it. Magic is after all energy and energy is neither made or destroyed only changed. [Don’t quote me on that in a science exam. I repeat! I am a writer of fiction! Distrust most things I say that don’t pertain specifically to historical events and even then it’s always good to fact check.]