Kezarus

Albert Weaver, a dedicated reporter, chronicles the first ten transformative years since magic appeared in the modern world. He meticulously pieces together fragmented narratives, exploring the societal, ethical and geopolitical implications of magic's emergence. His work captures the initial confusion, the brief period of adaptation, and the devastating "Wild Years" that redefined the world. Weaver examines the varied impacts of all five magic schools, seeking to understand magic not as a power, but as a "mirror" reflecting humanity's true nature in a world permanently changed.

Magic Tales: A Decade of Magic

Compiled and commented by Albert Weaver

Most magics whisper. This one thuds.

Force Fields are White Magic's bouncers - quiet until pushed, and then immovable. A proper shield doesn't shine bright; it's just a very faint glow, sitting between you and disaster like it's always been there.

I've watched a shield hold up a collapsing overpass. Another shrugged off a dozen riot shells like rain. In a lab, a caster took six punches from a pro boxer, dead-on to the ribs - and didn't budge.

Because Force Fields can take a beating. Casters, not so much.

[Excerpt – Interview, Vault District Security Division | "Mara Chen"]

CHEN: "One decent cast can eat a full mag of 9mm. If you've got a team, a circle, and the mana budget of a small city? You can stop a missile. We've done it. Once. And none of us could speak for two days after."

CHEN: "Worth it, though. Everyone lived."

Force Fields absorb kinetic energy - not reflect it, not soften it. They take the punch so you don't have to. But once they hit capacity, they drop, instantly. There's no warning buzz, no countdown. Just a brief fizzle of yellow light.

The trick isn't just power - it's sync. Good casting means matching the target's breath, stance, stress levels. A pro can wrap a dancer mid-spin without interrupting the motion. A bad cast? That's dead weight.

[Audio Log – Emergency Ward Playback, Breeze Years, São Vicente]

[SILENCE, THEN A DEAFENED IMPACT - LIKE METAL ON STONE]

NURSE: "How... how are they alive?"

There are wearables - mana-reactive vests, ward rings, even tattoos that flare to shield vital organs. But none of them beat a live caster. Especially one who's trained in layered fields - stacking three, four protections over time, timing them to drop in sequence. That's military-grade work. Expensive, rare, and exhausting.

But like all powerful things, Force Fields can skew expectations.

Albert once rode with a border patrol who stopped a truck loaded with teens headed to an illegal underground ring. Not drugs - duels. Participants were promised "invincible shields" and "no pain guaranteed." Some left with broken bones when the shields failed. One didn't leave at all.

[Community Call-In – Mana Safety Week Broadcast | "Rafael, 17"]

RAFAEL: "They said I'd be fine. That the field would hold. But it popped after one hit. Just one. I still can't feel my arm."

RAFAEL: "Some guy they paid. Said he was licensed. Lied."

Force Fields aren't toys. They're walls made of will. And like all walls, the more you lean on them, the more dangerous it gets when they fall.

At the bottom of his notes, Albert wrote:

"Protection isn't power. It's patience, timing, trust - and knowing when not to let the world through."

Notes on White Magic - Force Fields