This was originally called "Magic" but that was too short, to... HERE
Not the magic some of you know, it’s a strange magic. I suppose some of it is the same, individuals who control magic are out there- waiting. That feeling you get when you take the dog out in the morning, like you’re being watched- that’s them. When you’re all alone in a room, and you feel like someone is watching you- that’s them again.
They watch you, the mortals, and also the others of their kind, the ones that believe differently- the rebels… that’s us. Not rebels in the sense of two sides in a war, we’re rebels almost like a person in one political party when the government is another, only a bit stronger. They’re aware that we’re out here, and that we have totally different ideals, but they don’t think that we’d ever do anything about it. Well, apparently, that isn’t true, because we did. It was an incredibly stupid thing to do, and what we should have done was just confronted them in a civil, diplomatic manner.
Then again, our plane has a different way of things… first I should probably explain the different planes.
In a single world, such as the planet we’re currently sitting on, I believe it’s called Earth, however I am not opposed to any aliens who may or may not be reading this, there are many different planes of existence. So, we’re all natives to the same planet. Any and all aliens will have to cope with the fact that their planets may function differently and I am now only going to speak about mine.
Our planet has quite a few- I’m only a teenager, so I’m really not sure. The only reason the humans that are mortals don’t know is because they don’t have magic or enough powerful science to either see or move between the planes. Honestly, we barely have that, but higher planes are much more advanced and have plenty. Sadly, they’re quiet and keep to themselves. The planes are like how some people imagine ghosts walk about without being seen. All of us walk around the same places, live on the same continents, speak the same languages… granted, the cities are different, but that’s probably because they aren’t part of nature or something. But we never see each other accidentally, except occasionally. That’s when you see a ghost. It’s just a person of another plane who got a bit lost. They’re probably as scared as you would be.
Think of it kind of like that, and you’ll get along fine. Oh, and don’t worry if you can’t get used to it, the magic people of our plane take the first few years of their life absorbing the information. And also, we’re kind of smarter than you. Sorry about that, but it’s the layering of the planes. Lowest to highest, the planes get stronger and smarter and more… magical. I know a few planes, and here they are:
The first plane is full of cavemen-like simpletons who act and behave like your prehistoric hominids.
The third plane is yours (I think). You know how it is there, right? There are very small traces of magic and spiritual connections, and you do have some decent technology. Good for you guys!
The fourth plane has people who do believe in magic openly and a few who devote years of their life may be able to practice it. Their technology is to the point where they could nearly use magic even if they found themselves unable to use it. I’m rather fond of them.
The sixth plane is full of people who use magic, though it takes training to master, and it isn’t very strong. Their technology is five times more advanced than the plane I mentioned before them, which is a really big leap for just two planes because I forgot one of them.
And then I forget them all the way up to the sixteenth plane, which is the one I live in. We here are all born with incredible magic and have to be launched into intense training at birth, involving much of our extreme technology. It works pretty well, seeing as I didn’t kill myself within the first year as we might if left completely alone.
Above us are only three more planes that our people have discovered, and not much is known about them except that, of course, they get smarter, stronger, and more magical the higher plane number they have.
Hopefully that covers enough about the many worlds within a world we have right here on Earth. Of course, by now, you may be wondering about me… if not, well, too bad, I’m a teenager; I talk about myself… deal with it.