When I was challenged (yes, challenged, I say!) to write an epic fantasy with further stipulation that it must include dragons, my first thought was of a desert canyon where someone much like a gamekeeper in a park was tasked with culling the herd. That seemed suitable as an opening scene. Then, a few paragraphs down the page, my hero needed to move, so I typed 'horse' and immediately stopped. I thought to myself: 'Why does he ride a horse?' Everyone rides horses in fantasy! In fantasy worlds there must be more interesting animals to ride, so I imagined a stockier sort of beast and in my mind's eyes a hippopotamus appeared. I envisioned Mongo riding an ox from Blazing Saddles. All right, I said, let us go with that for now and see how it develops. Later, when the fantasy world that was blossoming slowly transformed into a far-futuristic America (though I would never have admitted it at that time), the hippo became the product of the "Clona Arts". There were no more horses to ride. For an epic fantasy, the stipulation to include magic was automatic.
And here our tale turns from fantasy to...well, something a bit more scientific. Is that allowed in an epic fantasy? In my less-than-humble opinion, if the persons at hand believe it is magic, then it is magic; for what is magic but science which has yet to be fully understood as science? Purists will disagree, yet allow us to inquire of a true magus. Joragus, the magus of Metta, explains how he does what he does magically by describing the nature of things in layman's jargon. Because magic nevertheless relies on rules which a magician would understand innately, it could be explained to anyone and thereby understood. It would be similar to a scientist explaining something complex to a simpleton - or a child. To whit:
“You
must understand the workings of everything—everything seen and unseen in the
world—before you can learn magic.” [said Joragus]
“Teach
me, Joragus!” the boy shouted.
“As
you wish.” The magus gave an annoyed glance at Corlan [the dragonslayer] who was happy to grin
like a thief. “Everything is made of dust—very tiny dust, so small you cannot
see it. The dust of the earth is solid so you can see it when it comes together
in large enough piles. The dust of the air is thin so you can see through it
even when it comes together in large piles. It is these tiny particles of dust which
magic can move.”
“How
does playing with dust stop a spear that’s thrown at you?” Corlan asked, a
little more curious.
“Ah!
I see your plan. You also want to know how to stop a sharp spear amidst the
air.”
“That
would be a good thing to know,” said Corlan with a nod at the boy. “Wouldn’t
it?”
“Oh,
yes,” said Tam.
“Have
you ever seen lightning strike down from the sky?” asked Joragus. “That is the
same fire-root that runs through every living thing. People, too.”
“If
that’s true, how are we not destroyed by it?” asked Corlan.
“What
is inside us is much smaller, not enough to hurt us. And yet, some people—a
trained magus, for example—can draw together all of that fire within him and
send it out just like lightning.”
“But
I didn’t see anything like lightning when you held up your hand to stop the
spear.”
“No,
it is still invisible. Just as the air is invisible.”
“I
think your magic is all in your words, old man,” said Corlan.
“I
told you there is an ocean of tiny particles, like dust, that make up all the
air around us. When I use my magic power to gather all the fire within me, I
charge those particles with the fire. It’s like black and white. Everything is either
black or white. The particles in the air are white—you can see through them and
throw spears through them. When I send my inner fire out to those particles,
they turn black—although they are still invisible to our eyes.”
“So
these tiny dust specks turn colors....”
“No,
it is merely a tale to explain to you what happens, to show you. A magic lesson
for the boy...as you suggested.” He turned to Tam. “You follow my tale, don’t
you?”
Tam
nodded eagerly.
“When
those particles turn black,” the magus continued, “they become tight to each
other and nothing can come through them. They become like a shield, even though
you cannot see it with your eyes. You must remember that our eyes do not see
most of the things in the world—and what we do see is most often a mere trick
of light. There is much more we do not see than what we do see.”
“So
that’s what you did back there to stop the spear?”
“Yes,
in brief.”
“Though
not quick enough to keep the speartip from cutting your palm, eh?”
“As
we say in magus school, it is better to be late than to never be ready at all.”
The goal in writing anything of the fantastic is to make it seem accurate and true, plausible at worst. The reader must believe in the possibility of the magic actually occurring. And in the extreme nature of a dragon attack, a good magus is good to have. You see, no matter how brave the dragonslayer may be, no matter how strong his will, how tight his belly, there may come a moment when nothing more can be done to ward off death. It is at this moment when a magus, even one in his fourth iteration, might step forward to save the day - and thereby be rewarded with yet another day. Another quest. For each day is a new quest, seeking forever the horizon, a new meal, and ultimately the final chapter.For more pearls of wisdom, read on!
EPIC FANTASY *WITH DRAGONS
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For a different view, check out my interview on author Connie Jasperson's blog.
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