Chapter 1: Magic vs Science a Compromise

Carl sneaked into his house through the back door. He stood still, listening for his mother. He heard a drawer slam shut in his parent's bedroom. Moving quickly, he ducked down the hallway and slipped into his bedroom. He quietly pushed his door shut. Dropping his book bag on his desk, he moved into his bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. His right eye was already turning black and a little blood seeped out a nostril. A shirt pocket hung loose where it had been torn.

Both his upper arms hurt where he had been held. Damn! There was no way his mother would miss seeing how he looked. At least his father was out of town and would not be telling him he had to stand up for himself. How was he supposed to stand up to four football players? Any one of them could whip his butt. But four of them? He would have to be the Karate Kid on steroid to stand up to all four of them.

He slowly eased out of his clothes. His stomach and ribs were turning yellow already. He started filling up his bath with hot water. Lowering himself into the tub, he took it easy until he was fully submerged letting the hot water soak his sore muscles. He leaned back resting his head on the tub edge. Closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep.

"Carl? Carl! You'd better not fall asleep in there. We're going over to my sister's tonight, so you need to get out of the bath and get dressed."

At the first sound of his mother's voice calling him, he snapped awake and sat up in the bathtub. He winced with pain as he pulled the muscles on his right side. He slowly pulled himself up. He got out of the bathtub and dried off. It took a while but he got dressed.

The big question to him was, "why?" Why was he the target of these four dumb jocks? He no sooner thought the question than it answered itself. "Dumb Jocks!" It was hard to believe, but maybe they were just jealous. None of them had made a grade above a "C" since kindergarten. He had heard that they did not even get better than a "C" in gym. They barely qualified academically for the football team. He had been on the "A" honor roll ever since middle school. Here it was, his junior year in High School, and he was already taking advanced courses. He even had duel enrollment at the local community college. With summer school, he could apply and graduate from high school before the start of the next fall semester. In fact, he would be going full time at the community college next fall.

Could it be that simple? Well that meant there was nothing he could do, now that would fix the problem. He started thinking about overcoming the problem. He was no wimp. His gym class grade was an "A" which meant he actually did better in gym than those four ‘jocks'! He just was not into team sports. To be truthful, he was not much into any sports. He just listened and exercised the way the coach taught them.

Carl walked into the kitchen where his mother was gathering her purse and keys to leave. Turning, she saw him for the first time since he had come home. "Carl! My God Carl, what happened to you?"

"I got jumped by four of the dumbest jocks in school. I mean did they think I could hide what I looked like after they beat me up?"

"I'm calling the police!"

"No Mom! That won't help. There were no witnesses, just me and them. They will come up with something like I attacked them with a club and they just defended themselves. Then I will be in trouble."

"But Carl we can't let them get away with this."

"I'm thinking about it, Mom. Now let's go over to Aunt Clara's. She did say she was fixing fried chicken didn't she?"

"Oh Carl, you don't even like fried chicken!"

"I know Mom, but it's better than liver and onions."

"Aunt Clara, you out-did yourself! That was the best fried chicken I have ever eaten."

"Carl, you can't fool me, you just want that extra banana pudding."

"Now that was a surprise, I had no idea you were going to make banana pudding, tonight."

"Carl, we have all been sneaking around the subject like it was contagious, but it is obvious that you were in a fight. Who was it, and how did it happen?" Uncle Rick asked, leaning back in his chair drinking his coffee.

Quiet settled around the table. Peggy, his cousin who was only eleven, got very still waiting to hear the answers.

"Uncle Rick, I got jumped by four of the dumbest football players in school. I guess I am lucky two of them held me while the other two did the hitting. If they had let me go I would have fallen to the ground and probably gotten the hell kicked out of me. These guys have never made a grade higher than a ‘C' since kindergarten. I mean it! They have not even made a higher grade in gym class."

Uncle Rick looked at his sister-in-law, "Did you report it to anyone?"

"No, Carl told me not to. He said that it was their four words, to his one and that he could, in fact, get in trouble."

"Smart thinking Carl, but is it over or will they continue to come after you?"

"Well, Uncle Rick, I figured it out. Its jealousy, I am smart, and they are dumb. They know this and blame me for having the brains, which they don't have. In fact now that they got away with it ... and probably enjoyed the hell out of it ... they will probably come back for more."

"Oh. no Carl! We have to do something."

"Well one thing is to getting to school and back home. I don't think they will jump me at school where there are so many witnesses."

"Heck, if nothing else Mom, I will transfer to another high school. I could always go to one of the magnet schools."

"I think that's enough for now. Ladies, why don't you go to the living room and do your normal gossiping. Carl if you want to talk more about this, I'll be in my workshop out in the garage."

Everybody got up from the dinner table and scattered.

Carl turned; trying to figure where he could go that nobody would be digging at his wounds. A motion attracted his attention. He saw his cousin standing in the kitchen doorway motioning for him to join her. She turned and headed out the back door. He hesitated for a moment, shrugged and followed her.

The backyard was a scene from a fairy tale. In a corner, a waterfall of lichen covered rock gave off a tinkling sound as water flowed and dripped over the rocks. The water then flowed down a rock covered miniature stream until it widened out into a small pool. In this pool a few Koi fish swam around. All of this was new since his last visit. How in the heck did they get all of this done in that short of time?

His next thought was this must have cost a fortune. Carl went and examined the pool closely, looking for the outlet that had to be there to take the water back to the top of the waterfalls. He found it under an overhanging rock ledge. There had to be a filter over that outlet to prevent debris and fish from being sucked in the piping system.

"Nice! But it must cost a fortune to put in and to maintain."

"Not really, we use solar power to keep the water flowing, replace the water filter once a month and that's it. Dad put in the pumping system and solar power system, and then got a Japanese landscaper to come in and build the landscape. He charged us less than half his normal price, as he uses this as a demonstration of his work. Dad actually makes money from it, as a lot of the landscaper's customers want that waterfall idea themselves."

"Carl, remember that time you put fire in my hands?"

"Yeah you were like ... eight. That was what ... three years ago?"

"Look!"

She held out her hand, and a flame started burning above it."

"Wow! I didn't see you light that up and that is a lot flame."

Carl had turned heading towards Peggy. As he neared her, she moved her hand and dropped it leaving a ball of flame drifting in the air. He approached it then slowly walked around it. There appeared to be nothing supporting the flames.

Carl stopped and just stared. "What the hell is burning? There's no fuel!"

"Hum, I never thought about that. I just order the flame to be there and there it is."

"Unless, it's not really there," with that he swept his hand toward the flame.

"Stop Carl!" Peggy jumped toward him, but Carl stopped with his hand more than ten inches from the flame. He quickly pulled it back. He could definitely feel the heat.

"It's a real flame!" Peggy said. "I have burnt sticks and paper and just about anything that burns by sticking it in the flames."

"You said you ordered the flame to be there and it was. Can you make it move?"

"Yes, watch."

The flames started moving in circles, and then into figure eights. It went back and forth over the back yard. Finally Peggy snapped her fingers, and the flame was gone.

"How are you doing it?"

"You are not scared?"

"Well I might be later when I have had time to think about it. Now I am just curious about what the fuel was and how you controlled it."

"At first it was just a candle. Then, as I learned more about controlling it, I expanded the things it did."

"How?"

"I got this book on Magic. Real magic, not tricks. It is supposed to be a pre-apprentice book, to get a person familiar with magic before becoming a student. It teaches you about the laws of magic and some of the techniques on how to actually do magic. One of the things that it emphasizes is the Tri-fold law. ‘Do as you please but with harm to none, for what you sow will be return three fold'."

"I have figured out that the three-fold law mainly applies to ritualized magic. That's the most powerful. Whenever I start doing that kind of magic I feel like there's this real big person standing right behind me with a ruler in hand just waiting for me to make a mistake. So I don't do those anymore."

"Ritualized?" Carl asked.

"Yeah, those with circles and candles and really long spells and lots of ingredients; the last time I did one was to put protective wards on our house."

"Wards?" Carl was beginning to feel like a parrot.

"Yes, think Star Trek Shields."

"That is not magic that's just science."

"Oh? Do you know how they make a shield? Well I don't. But I know how to make a ward! And my wards seem to act just like a Star Trek Shield. Here, take my book but you better not lose it. I think if you can learn to use it then you can build some protection for yourself."

"Peggy I don't believe in Magic."

"Carl you know I have read every one of those science fiction books you gave me. I read what that one author said. A significantly super technology cannot be different than magic."

"Oh you mean Arthur C. Clark's third law? He said, that ‘Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic'"

"Yeah that what's I said. So just think of this as a super technology, if you can't believe in magic."

Carl sat there for a while. Peggy was right. She had shown him something that if she had not claimed to be magic he would have to have examined it to find the fuel source and how it was being maintained without any physical connection. Whatever it was, it worked.

"Thanks Peggy, I'll try to get it back next week."

He went over to a swing set and took a seat. A light shining over his shoulder from a yard lamp was it easily bright enough for reading. He examined the book closely. It looked like a book for pre-school kids. It was covered with pictures of geese on the cover. The title was ‘Here a geese, there a geese and every where a geese, geese, geese.' He opened it and began to read.

He had made it half way through the book before his mother called him, "Carl, we need to be going?"

"Okay Mom, be right there."

He stood up and looked for Peggy. His eyes bugged out when he saw her sitting cross-legged but three feet off of the ground, in a full lotus position. He slowly moved around her, not wanting to disturb her.

That really shook him up. If you could make a machine to do that, man could conquer the galaxy!

Carl slipped back into the kitchen where his mother waited for him.

"Carl what do think of Peggy's garden?"