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On October 17, 2010, magic returned to the world. But the world didn’t notice
until 2012.
It was the climax of the XXX Olympiad in London. August 7th, at the Olympic
Stadium in Stratford, thousands crowded the stands for the 100-meter dash. Since this is
one of the only events that people care about, with the winner crowded, ‘The World’s
Fastest Man,’ millions watched on live television around the world. And it couldn’t have
been a better day – clear skies, little wind, and the buzz of anticipation.
Now, most people remember this day as the 100-meter finals, but really, it was
Still, it was one hell of a field. There was the previous champ from Jamaica, the
favorite from the US, and a bunch of other guys so ripped that everyone I know swears
they were all juiced. But as they moved to the starting line, no one cared. We just
wanted to see people race. And really, if they’re all doing it, who gives a damn?
The calls got louder when the starter called out the start. “Gentlemen, on your
mark.” Then the tone sounded, telling them to get ready. And bang, they were off.
Unfortunately, the alarm immediately sounded. False start. It was some guy from
Paraguay who ended up finishing last anyway. Thanks to him, everyone turned around
Again, the runners took their mark. Crouched on all fours, they rose up as the
tone sounded, ready to shoot out like a bolt. But, as before, the alarm sounded. This
confused the athletes since the gun hadn’t gone off. This also agitated the crowd, filling
The runner meandered around for a moment, wondering why their race had
stopped. That’s when someone noticed a ball on the track. An official ran out to move it
away.
Except it wasn’t a ball. It was a shotput.ball, I think it’s just called a shot. The
runners looked down at the shot, then turned to glare at whoever just interfered with their
race.
That athlete was Kazimir Pavelec, an eastern-bloc holdover from the Czech
Republic. He wasn’t hard to spot, especially while standing in the shotput circle. He
should have looked embarrassed being that he was just practicing – the competition was
after the 100-meter race. However, he gazed out at his shot with his mouth hanging wide
open. This was because he was standing on the wrong side of the stadium.
Now, the world record at the time was 75 feet 10 inches. Kazimir stood on the
south side of the stadium. The runners stood on the north side, over 400 feet away. No
one in the world should have been able to do that with a 16-pound lump of iron. But that
didn’t change the fact that he somehow threw the shot across the stadium. Once people
realized where the shot came from, they stared at him in awe.
Being the Olympics, it didn’t take the reporters long to find a video of the throw
and replay it on the jumbotron. Nothing seemed unusual. If anything, Kazimir was
taking it easy. Yet the ball soared across the entire stadium, flying and bouncing like a
baseball.
Official conferred for a few minutes. Then they led Kazimir to the back for a
drug test. He came back clean, but this didn’t do much to erase suspicions. More doubt
was raised when Kazimir could not repeat that throw. In fact, his best throws didn’t even
earn him a top five finish in the event. If it wasn’t for the 400 foot super-throw, he would
Sportstalk treated this like big news for a few weeks, but eventually, people
figured that he just had some crazy ex-East German sports scientist make him a crazy,
undetectable steroid, and their attention turned to other things. Still, the mention of
shotput in sports bars still gets someone talking about this magic throw.
Now, years later, I know how he did it, even if he didn’t. See, he wasn’t throwing
the shot harder. That’s why even with all his effort, he didn’t come close to matching that
throw ever again. What he did was temporarily make the ball lighter. So, sure, he could
sail that thing across the stadium without any trouble. The spell wore off by the time
officials got to it, but if it were still active, they’d have found a big steel ball the weight of
a baseball.
And, you know, it’s not even that complicated of a spell, at least for me. But
maybe I’m not a good yardstick for this. I think he can do that spell nowadays any time
Still, that day in August of 2012 was when the world had their first glimpse of
magic. It wouldn’t be long before they had all they could handle.
Chapter 2 – Central Park
“You know, I've always been good with animals. A friend of mine had this
Persian cat who loved me. She'd just walk over, purr, and sit on my feet until I’d finally
pet her. Either that or she'd dive into my shoes. I never did figure out why she did that.
I had this conversation with the driver of a horse-drawn buggy in Central Park.
The day was June 27th, 2015. The sun was shining bright through a little bit of smog. I
had a piece of New York pizza next to me that I was hoping to enjoy during a lunch break
for some stupid medical convention. I’d be heading up to Boston the next day to see my
brother. But neither me, nor the driver, were going any place soon. The 1000-pound
The driver tugged at the reins, trying to get his steed to stand. “Come on, girl,” he
said while making a few clicking sounds. Nothing happened. This was not the romantic
ride through the park that he advertised. The young couple sat in the back of of the
buggy didn’t seem to mind though. They snapped shot after shot, saying things like,
“That’s so cute.”
A gathering crowd said a lot of the same things. Someone asked if I was a horse
trainer, or maybe a whisperer. They all enjoyed the sight. Only two people felt otherwise
– the driver tugging on the reins, and me with my rapidly numbing foot.
“Ok, fine. What’s going on?” I said that as I slapped the horse on the shoulder.
With a whimper, she lifted her front foot and offered it to me. “I can’t take a look with
the fact that the horse seemed to understand what I was saying. And as I looked
I figured the horse wanted me to look at her foot. That’s what all my patients do
when they want me to look at their foot or something. My mind snapped back into “Dr.
examination” mode, and I took a look at the foot and the leg.
“What’s going on, Dr…. Shao?” I blinked, wondering why the driver knew my
name. But then I remembered why I was in New York. The medical convention. The
boring bunch of lectures that the board required me to attend. And, yes, the nametag
“Hang on.” I felt up and down the tendons in the horse’s limb. Though I’d never
worked on a horse before, everything is pretty much the same as in humans, except for
the hoof. But the problem seemed to be in the tendons. “Has she been walking alright?”
“Well, maybe she’s got a bit of a limp, but we’re not pulling a ton of weight. Plus
I think I nodded instinctively as I massaged out some scar tissue between the
tendons in the leg. The horse tightened up a bit over tender areas, but she held still. I
heard someone in the back ask if this was safe, or what if the horse kicked or something.
Finishing my work, I let go of her leg. “Give that a try,” I said. The horse hopped
up onto its feet, tapping its front limbs, drawing oohs and aahs from the crowd. “How’s
that feel?”
With a whinny, the horse trotted down the path, walking past the now sprawling
The driver yelled back at me, “Hey, she’s doing great. I owe you anything?”
“Nah, I don’t even know if I’m supposed to treat anyone here in New York. And
I lost sight of the driver, but I sure he didn’t mind. But then I felt another weight
on my foot – a golden retriever. And he looked at me with bid old puppy eyes. His
owner asked, “His hip’s been bothering him for months now.”
“Alright, let’s see what I can do.” Lunch would have to wait for another day.
So would the conference, which I never got back to. Luckily for me, they didn’t
keep attendance that afternoon, so I didn’t have to do more continuing education that
year, but I did miss a controversial speaker – well, controversial then. His name was Dr.
“What I am saying is that the rules governing the human race have changed. And
“I submitted my research for peer review a month prior, but it has still not been
Eyes turned to a few older doctors. They stammered and gave the usual reply.
“We have much to evaluate, and Dr. Maharin’s research will be looked at in time.”
“Perhaps, but by that date, the world will have seen enough for their own eyes.
The doctors mulled over his advice, but nothing occurred that day, or any day for
some time. When asked about it later, Dr. Maharin had this to say. “The medical
establishment, as well as the government, owe a few debts, namely to the drug and
construction companies. If it’s not in their financial interest to utilize changes, they’ll
resist, as I’m sure you’ve seen over the last few months. But change can’t be stopped.
Let me tell you about my friend, the Firewalker. When I met him in college, he
was the man. He had the girl, he was the best baller we knew, he had a car. He was the
best at video games, no one could take him on Madden. Hell, every guy I knew wanted
Of course, we were also all idiots in college. He bounced around between majors
for a while. Spending his days on the court, he ended up dancing on and off the academic
probation and subject to dismissal lists – not the lists you want to be on. His girl left him,
saying that she wanted to date around, to find someone know knew where the hell he was
going. And when the rest of us graduated, Ryan Douglas, the Firewalker, stayed behind.
Fortunately, he got his head together after that. One transfer, a few summers of
school, and a stint in grad school later, he got himself a teaching credential. Three years
later, he found himself back in LA with a job at a middle school. When I rented him the
back house to my place, part of me wanted a return to the late nights of Nintendo thumb
and Thai food delivery. But I found a new friend, at least for the start. He’d be working
on lesson plans and grading papers all the time. And most of the time, he’d be at school,
either doing some teacher stuff, or coaching basketball after school. I guess all his time
on the court did some good after all. A new leaf had been turned.
A couple years later, he was back to the old leaf. I think he got tired of all the
political and bureaucratic junk that they made him jump through, so he spent his nights
plopped in front of the TV. Maybe this was even worse than before.
crop up. He was waiting in line at the bank. In his hand was his paycheck for a week of
summer school, and even though the money was nice, he’d have much rather had the
As the line plodded, his thoughts switched between quitting, or maybe going back
to school, or… well, that was the problem. He never could find something that he really
loved. Something that he felt was worth pursuing. That was why she… yeah…
A loud voice snapped him out of his daydream. “Everyone, down on the ground!”
Statistics showed a massive increase in bank robberies from 2015 to 2018. Most
economists blamed the economy, or rather its inability to keep up with the rapidly
changing workforce. On paper, this was just one of the early crimes. But reality told a
different tale.
As two gunmen sped around the bank, Ryan felt something. That’s the best he
could describe it. Something. But it was something he’d been looking for.
“Get your ass on the ground!” As loud as the gunman shouted, the 9mm in his
Ryan didn’t move an inch. To this day, he’s not sure how he knew what to do.
But he knew.
FOOSH! A fireball shot from Ryan’s hand and melted the gun right out of the
gunman’s grip. The backlash from the explosion sent the crook sliding across the room.
A blast like that drew the attention of the accomplice. But he too was met by a
blast of fire. This one hit him right in the gut, and plastered him against the wall. The
Outside, a car screeched out of the parking lot. A getaway driver sat behind the
wheel, and after seeing what happened inside, he wanted to be anywhere but there.
Ryan heard the screech too and shot out after him. The getaway car flew past
Ryan stuck right behind it. Seeing an opportunity, a bolt of fire shot out and
melted the rear tires on the getaway car. It spun out, wrapping itself around a pole. The
I found out about this a few days later. I had just landed at LAX when I got a text
from Ryan telling me to go to Legends, a local sports bar. This wasn’t unusual; we went
there all the time. We even called the owner, “Uncle Earl.” But when I saw him ignoring
the TVs and staring at the newspaper, I knew something wasn’t normal.
Ryan was pointing at a picture of himself in the paper. The attached headline
read, “Bank Robbers ambushed.” As I read the article, Ryan didn’t say much. I guess he
from a few days back, and right there on page 17, in a tiny box, was a mini-headline, “A
“When’d you change your name?” The goof and newspaper came from Kevin
Hernandez, another friend of ours from college. He read from the article, “Dr. Steven
Chao treated various animals yesterday in Central Park. They didn’t even get your name
right.”
“Ryan stops a bank robbery and you want to talk to me about how I pet a few
dogs.”
“Hey, you haven’t been around for the past few days. I couldn’t get him to shut
up.”
“No, I’ve got something else to talk about. I finally know what I want to do.”
“Nah, that’s ok, but what I really want to do… what I really want to be, is a
superhero.”
Once I calmed down, Ryan continued. “Look, you dumbass, I’ve been looking
for something to be excited about for years. Coaching ball doesn’t suck, but I haven’t
“So, an exciting day where you almost got killed is leading you into your new
profession.”
“Die fast or die slow, you die either way. I might as well have some fun.”
I thought he was nuts. I thought Kevin was nuts too for humoring him. Actually,
Kevin asked me something to the side. “Did you get to see your brother?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe.”
He could tell that I didn’t really want to talk about this, so he went back to
humoring Ryan. Of course, I found out later that Kevin wasn’t just humoring him. That
“Call me Firewalker.”
“Dumbass.”
“Look, dude, just because Jim Lee can make it look cool in a comic book, it
Kevin sat off to the side as I ripped on Ryan’s costume. There were flames
covering a leather jacket, and other bits of red down his pants and boots. It looked like
he’d cook in there, especially during a Los Angeles summer. “Hey, this works, doesn’t it,
Kev?”
Kevin didn’t say a word. He just stuck his hand out. Suddenly, it seemed like an
imprint of his hand shot across my backyard and into an ice chest. It emerged a moment
later with a beer. Then the can of Coors shot through the air and landed in Kevin’s hand.
Longarm.”
While this was going on, I never stopped to ask why we seemed to getting
powers. I guess I figured that people were getting magical skills every day, at least
according to the news. Why shouldn’t the three of us be getting them too?
My two aspiring superhero-buds didn’t stop to ask either. I saw them outside
early one morning, all dressed up like the Superfriends, and driving off to fight crime and
patrol the city. For some reason, I figured Batman would have driving something more
That day, they drove around the city and made the six O’clock news. That day, I
See, that day, them superheroes found out something about Los Angeles – no
matter how bad it seems in movies, there’s really not that much crime going on everyday.
Well, at least crimes you care about. They’d ask, “Hello, good citizen, have you noticed
“Yeah, there’s that guy selling DVDs over there. You should bust him, this
Finally, they found a crime. “Do you know where they are now?”
than my buds were at spotting them. By the end of the day, they were tired. But
This is the report I saw on the news. “With amount of stories we have about
people with weird abilities, it’s not surprising that we finally see this.” What I saw were
Ryan and Kevin walking around in their idiot-suits. “Yes, we now have superheroes
The picture changed to a shot of Ryan standing by a bbq. He lit a small fireball,
tossed it into the charcoal, and poof, instant ignition. The cook standing nearby was
“I’m the Firewalker, and this is Longarm. We’re here to protect the city.”
“Well, I’m sure everyone here is thankful. Did you see a lot of crime today?”
“Thankfully, no. It seems the city is actually a peaceful place. A good place to
“Hmm, that seems to go against the reports of some of our competitor stations.”
He was partially right. Being a superhero isn’t quite like the movies
EVERYDAY. But there’s always those days. That’s what got him into the costume.
Chapter 4 – A Whole New World
By 2016, magic was everywhere. You could tell because the newscasts stopped
covering it. The first people who could jump over buildings enjoyed their 15 seconds of
youtube fame, but after the fifth time people saw someone dunk with their feet, they
stopped watching.
Just like the first man who figured out how to increase his strength. His name
was Wallace Shaw, and he looked like the kid you picked on in high school. Yep, Wally
was short, chunky, and always the last kid picked for dodgeball. He wasn’t really smart
either. Kids used to joke that he’d lost the genetic lottery.
I know this because he said it all during his news conference for being the NFL #1
draft pick. Now, he was still short and chunky. But his measurables were off the charts.
He hit 150 reps on the bench press. No one else could even do 50. And when he
He was only 5’8”, 230 pounds, tiny for an NFL lineman. But the films from
college told a different story. He powered through double, triple teams. Sportswriters
called him the end of smashmouth football. No matter how many blockers you put on
him, he’d power through and stop you for a loss. 350 pound monsters would get tossed
aside like nothing, or fly through the air like a sack of potatoes.
That’s what the sportcaster said. I’ve never seen a sack of potatoes fly.
So, with the #1 pick in the 2016 NFL draft, Wallace Shaw, from the Univerity of
questions to get answered. No one could move this kid. He’d throw off behemoths, and
knock down runners with a simple slap. Or he’d throw an offensive lineman, and use
Not surprisingly, he got way cocky. I would too if I were getting paid to do
something I could in my sleep. Of course, the solution was that he figured out how to
magically increase his strength. Or rather, his body figured out. I’m not sure he could
control it consciously.
I guess it’s not surprising that someone used a strength spell to dominate the NFL
and make millions. It wasn’t surprising either when other freaks of nature arrived.
First was Dave “Bullet Train” Rayne, who ran the 40 in 2 seconds flat. Then
there was the Ghostman, who could throw and illusion. Tacklers who find themselves
flying through the air as he ran untouched down the line.. The league accepted these
guys, even treated them like All-Pro heroes. But the last straw came from a quarterback.
And it was during the super bowl. Jack Karrins wasn’t the prototypical
quarterback. He didn’t have a laser arm or stand 6-6. But he was accurate. He went 43-
56 in a game once, with the only incomplete passes being downs where no one was open.
SI called him everything right about the west-coast offense. Every pass would only go
for 5 yards or so. But he’d never miss. So, his team would just walk down the field and
Of course, this was because he could control the flight of the ball. And of course,
his undoing came during the 2018 super bowl. That week, the experts had their usual
changer.”
“That may be true. But Karrins will operate solely out of the shotgun,
“Talk all you want about west-coast, shotgun, the spread, whatever you want. But
football comes down to one very simple game. I put my big guys here, you put your big
guys here. They’ll push. Whoever’s stronger wins, and history stands behind me. Jack
That Sunday, Texas Stadium was filled to the brink with the most rabid group of
NFL fans in the nation. Signs in the crowd encouraged Shaw to introduce Karrins to the
Astroturf. They all wanted a hell of a show. Jack Karrins gave it to them.
Initially, everyone was surprised. It seemed like the ball had a mind of it’s own.
The kickoff took a weird carom and Oakland had to cover on the 1. Then Oakland passes
would unexpectedly hit helmet and bounce into the air, just waiting for the Patriots to
intercept.
Karrins was the complete opposite of this. His three drives were textbook. 20-20,
160 yards, all through the air. And he made it look easy.
For the first half, the crowd went nuts. They jeered Al Davis, ripped on the
Raiders, and the announcers said it was an embarrassment. By the fourth quarter, no one
was cheering anymore. Some were bored, some had left, but everyone knew something
was up. Maybe the Raiders were on the take or something, but there was no way that one
out a path for his runner. Like every other time, he tossed Patriot after Patriot aside. It
looked like a clear path for a touchdown. But then, the ball carrier dropped the ball. He
wasn’t hit or tripped or anything. He just dropped it. The ball rolled free for a moment,
but then everyone dove towards it. Shaw threw aside everyone, giving him a clear line
for the pigskin. He bent down to pick it up, but it squirted to the side, just out of his
reach. He dove for it, but again, it moved away. He didn’t get a third change. A
mountain of players covered the ball, and the play was whistled dead.
Now, everyone watching the game thought it, but only Shaw said it. He slammed
his helmet of the turf and yelled, “This is fucked up! I don’t know who’s out there
fucking with this game, but fuck this! All you at home should shut off your fucking
Shaw stormed right off the field and down the tunnel. Rumor has it that he
jumped into a limo, full pads and all, and went right back to his hotel. The NFL didn’t
care about that. They were more concerned with the fact that viewers did the exact same
thing. Ratings plummeted from 20 million down to under a million. Thank god for real-
time neilsen ratings. Sportstalk couldn’t get enough of this for weeks. But they really
focused on one thing. As the ball bounced around, everyone looked shocked. But there
was one guy who’s job was to photograph Jack Karrins at all times. And during that
This got the FBI involved. Anytime a fix is suspected, the black suit will be close
behind. They sweated Karrins using some confidential methods, and he talked. He could
control the ball. One touch to enchant it, and then he could make the thing dance. Thing
But not for long. A rules committee convened in days. Jack Karrins was banned
for life. In court, lawyers said that you couldn’t just ban one player just because he was
magical. No problem, they banned everyone with magical abilities. Lawyers shouted
I was at Uncle Earl’s sports bar with Ryan and Kevin when the announcement
was made. On ESPN, the commissioners of the NFL, along with every other major sport,
gave a unified announcement. All games were cancelled indefinitely. All leagues were
defunct until further notice. The sports anchors looked shocked. Their jobs were over.
Inside the sports bar, everyone booed. But after a few minutes, people’s attention
turned towards those with magical gifts. Namely, me and my two buds. Threats and
insults sailed at us from the whole room. One drunk picked up a pool cue, wanting to
bash our heads off. But one angry look sent him cowering. They all knew what would
happen if they tried anything. Poor Uncle Earl wanted anything but to have his bar
burned to the ground. So, we got kicked out and banned. I thought it was a raw deal, but
And so, by the end of 2018, professional sports in America were over, and there
were a lot of pissed off people around. Their anger focused mostly on the magically
gifted, and with us estimated at 25% of the population, it wasn’t hard for the masses to
lash out.
Now people will say that this is just one example of how magic changed the
world. But all that really happened was the introduction of a new technology. And like