Countless millennium ago, on a farm not unlike your home, the very first wizard was born. He was a mighty man, both incredibly strong of body and mind. His ethics were unshakable. He was a hero long before heroic deeds were common; on countless occasions the Ancient Master of The Arcane had labored one way or another to save his land, his family and his town from collapse. When wolves grow bold, he stood at the edge of town with nothing but a pole and defended the livestock, and yet he showed mercy to the beasts, daring not become as savage as the animals he fought. When warriors invaded, seeking nothing but destruction, he stood alone and defended hundreds as thousands advanced at him to no avail. When dragons awoke from their ungodly slumber to devour the world he faced their king and in fair combat won victory for the world of men. It wasnt until he was considered as old as stone itself that he discovered the true inner power the lies in all people everywhere. It was deep into the darkest night and most wretched storm when above his home the sky itself opened, with a light shining out that he only described as perfection. He described a thunder, lightening and spark all coming down simultaneously and yet not at all as they do in a storm. They were almost alive, and then fire and frost and all manner of energy came down. The energies didnt strike down, they landed almost, as if intended for him. All the energies of the universe, the ones I listed and dozens more, formed a great emblem, the very first Magic Circle ever. At the center was a tree, which was then laced with so much magical energy it glowed every color, both simultaneously and not at all. The energies left and he waited for years to uncover the secrets of The Tree Of Magic. He had finally given up and in a frustrated fury of emotion went to the tree and released all his anger and sadness upon the tree, in the middle of a storm not unlike the storm that the magics of the universe descended in, for hours on end. He slipped into unconsciousness and awoke at dawn. The sky was clear and the tree was no more. It its place a book.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 02:44:53 +0000
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