Chapter 2 – part 3
The world we live in isn’t so different than your world.
Cars still remain on the ground, we still don’t understand the depth of gravity as a multi-dimensional force. Religion and ethnicity is still a river we can’t cross completely.
But like all rivers, they’re just the veins of the underlying oceans. And under the guise of humanity exists a seperation of intrinsic talent. The news was always lit of the confrontation of AlluReli’s, a force planted with the power to make the chimaric possible, as they took on the Sioux; a backwashed brigade of outlaws, and those who did not adhere to the laws of society.
The way technology adheres itself into our lives, so it seems that magic is of the same capability. I soon learned that the politics governing the existence of AlluReli’s and Sioux is what made magic acceptable.
A black and white concept had been drawn. I was informed that what we saw wasn’t always what went on and the way the rivers are the extravenous veins of oceans, so was their politics. The regular citizen wanted the AlluReli around for they fought against the Sioux. It made no difference that both were able to pulsate their hearts to astounding speeds, reflexes jetting at abnormal response times. Eyes, ears, touch picking up frequences invisible to everyday forces.
It made AlluRelic and Sioux power fearless, the way we’d never fear a technological take over, for it was in ingrained into our everday lives that this is what it was. The way a plasma television set is paralleled into an oak case. It always has been natural to us; for the greatest power of all is human adaptation.
