Of course it is "best" to show your magic, demonstrating how it works through practical examples as the story naturally progresses. But sometimes you need a good way to just openly explain your magic, laying things out in no uncertain terms, directly answering questions that the reader may have.
Presented here is every instance in my story (so far) where I have someone directly explaining magic to another character.
Any thoughts? Do I leave questions unanswered?
From the first chapter:
From Chapter 3:
Later, chapter number TBA:
Presented here is every instance in my story (so far) where I have someone directly explaining magic to another character.
Any thoughts? Do I leave questions unanswered?
From the first chapter:
“What are you looking for today, Amber?” Miss Lowenstam asked.
“There was something I wanted to read about. They said it was called 'magic.'”
“Magic? What's got you interested in that all of a sudden?”
Amber stirred a little. “Well, they did a physical for everyone at the orphanage, and they said I was a... a mage? That's the word they said.”
Both women's faces showed surprise. “A mage?” Miss Lowenstam repeated, “Well, you're very lucky, Amber! Mages can use magic!”
Amber nodded with a little consternation. “Yes, that's what they said, but... What is 'magic?'” Finding a definition to this word had given Amber nothing but headaches; it was like they were describing laws of physics that didn't exist.
The librarian took a quick breath. “Well, mages wear a special device on their chest called an 'orb.' It lets them use a special energy in their body, called 'mana.' When they use that mana to perform a task, that's called 'magic!' You can use magic to do all kinds of things! You can make light, or power special objects. The really strong mages even use magic to fly!”
Amber's face grew more confused and frustrated. 'That doesn't make any sense. Are they harvesting electricity from people's bodies?' “But then why can only some people do that? Why would only some people have this 'mana?'”
The middle-aged woman spoke up. “Actually, you're not wrong; everyone can use at least some magic, but it's usually very, very little. A mage is someone with exceptional ability; someone with a really high power-level. ...Did they say what your power level was?”
Amber nodded, “Yes, they said it was a hundred-and-seven over eighty-five.”
The middle-aged woman's face soured. “It's not polite to lie, deary.” she declared.
From Chapter 3:
“Magic...” Amber softly repeated. Magic, a source of power. Mage, a person who can use magic. Mana, the energy consumed to perform magic. These words she had read began to form new meaning in her head, as at last they all seemed to come together.
'...What else did they say about magic?'
“Colonel Greenfield,” Amber asked, “Mages... They need to wear a special orb in order to use magic?”
The colonel nodded. “That's right. Perhaps I can get one of them over here and you can see for yourself.” The colonel waved his arm in the air until one of the mages responded and flew down to them.
The mage touched down on the grass just a couple yards away from them on the other side of the fence, and quickly walked the few steps to get close. The mage was a woman in her early twenties. She stood at attention and saluted. “Sir! Did you need something from me?”
“At ease, Corporal, and... relax,” the colonel said in a casual tone. “What is your name?”
The mage undid the strap on her aviator cowl and gently shook her hair out. “Corporal Kris Bodmer, sir!” She then placed her arms behind her back.
Greenfield gestured to Amber and stated “Corporal Bodmer, this is Amber. She just recently learned that she is a mage, and I wanted to show her what mages are capable of. Could you show Amber your orb?”
“Certainly, sir.” The corporal stepped closer to Amber, knelt down, and unzipped her flight suit partway. She wore a standard uniform under the flight suit; both were a gray-green color. A round red jewel sat on her shirt; it was almost as big as her fist and was faceted like the top of a diamond. Her shirt was crafted and cut around the jewel as if the thing were embedded into her chest. “It has to be placed over the heart to get the best performance. We wear a special sling to keep it in place.” Small and barely-noticeable clips were positioned in her shirt around the jewel, presumably to keep her shirt from moving out of alignment with it; preserving the clean and orderly look of the military uniform.
“And you have a jet-pack?”
“She means your flight-pack.”
Bodmer turned to the side so that Amber could see the contraption strapped to her back. It was a sleek gun-metal gray backpack, rounded at the top, with a series of angled vents along the side and a large slotted vent on the bottom. The Imperial 'Iron Wings' emblem was painted in the middle. “The most complicated part is a levitation spell that almost makes a person float in the air. After that, there are a series of vents that provide thrust.”
A vent on the side of the pack began glowing. Amber could feel a gust of wind coming from it, like a hairdryer. “How do you control it?”
“The orb taps into the mana within my own body;” she faced Amber again and tapped her orb; it was also glowing while the pack was running. “I basically just think and move it, the same way your arms move when you think about it.” She held out her arms and performed a little swaying motion, activating the jets on either side when she moved the corresponding arm. As she did Amber noticed that her eyes also glowed, ever so slightly, in tandem with the orb. “But it does take a lot of practice, and getting used to. And because these spells are so complex, not just any mage can use one of these.”
Later, chapter number TBA:
“Yes sir,” the private responded. He looked around a little awkwardly and then spoke in a somewhat timid tone. “By the way, if it's alright, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about magic.”
Cedric glanced around at his crew and then lifted his hands. “We've got nothing else to do for the next hour, so I don't see why not. What did you want to know?”
“Well, my first question is, why do mages always have their orb visible on their chest? Does it not work if it's under other clothing?”
“There are a few things that don't work through clothing, but most of the time it can be covered up. We keep it covered up when we are flying or in battle.”
“Ah, so no one can steal your orb in the middle of a fight?”
Cedric looked down a little. “That, has happened before, yes. And as for flying, having a hole in your flight suit makes it hard to stay warm.”
“So why not have it covered all the time?”
“Well for one thing, if there's clothing in the way I can't do this:” He held his hand in front of his orb. The orb started glowing and tiny beads of light started shooting out of the orb, gathering into his hand. The private watched in wonderment until all the beads came together, forming a glowing spell-circle: a collection of arcane symbols inscribed around a series of concentric circles.
“Whoa!” the private declared with child-like enthusiasm. “You can just make one of those out of nothing?”
“It's not 'out of nothing,' I can manifest any sigil I have copied onto my orb. It's like... having an empty book, and I can copy any spell I want to a blank page, and once it is there I can make a copy appear like I just did. I can't make just any spell, only from a sigil I've copied, and only if I have room to copy it.”
“But do you have to do that for every spell? I thought I've seen mages cast spells without making one of those spell-circles before.”
“It's called a sigil. And these military-grade orbs are very advanced; it's like we have two books inside. A larger book of blank pages where I can copy and summon any sigil I want, and a smaller book where I can use any spell at any time without summoning a sigil. The civilian-grade orbs are usually just one or the other.”
“Why not just have every spell be one you can use at any time?”
“Technology has limits. No one's quite figured out how to get that many active spells to fit on a single orb.”
Hunt spoke up, “People have limits. You can't run that many active spells unless you have an incredible power level.”
Cedric continued, “The only spells we keep on the active side of the orb are the most critical ones, like our shield, or our comm line.”
The inquisitive private pointed at the sigil floating above Cedric's hand. “So what's that spell you have there?”
“This is the attackfire spell we use with our rifles; the one that turns a little bullet into a big boom.”
“Shouldn't that be one of the spells you'd keep in your... smaller book?”
“No, actually, because we don't cast it on ourselves, we cast it on our bullets. We actually have a sigil tray attached to our rifle that contains this spell.”
Hunt held up his rifle and pointed to a piece of wood on the end of his rifle, blended into the barrel.
The private remarked “Oh, so you do use different rifles than the rest of us!”
“Just for that sigil tray. If it wasn't there, I'd have to do this:” Cedric picked up his rifle and waved his hand over the barrel; the sigil pinned itself to the end of the weapon. “And I'd have to do that for every shot, each time I'd have to summon the sigil, pin it to the rifle, and then aim and fire, just for a single shot. The sigil tray saves a lot of time in a battle.”
“Could you show me?”
Cedric raised one side of his mouth in a smirk. “There's a certain captain with a red beard and no mustache that's been buzzing around us since we got here; I really don't want to make him any more mad at us by firing off explosives for no reason.”
The private looked disappointed but understanding. “Ah, you make a good point sir.”