Hundreds of thousands of ages have pa**ed Since the dawn of the Sali’un They had given the gift of the white magic A resource to the lesser kin Which had uplifted them from the welk and the desires of evil men Yet a dark shadow arose from the east Their purpose settled in blood A war faring folk with technology Able to diminish the powers and control the Mind of the mages – they had become weak A child is born Under the sign of the morning star The catalyst of prophecy Im’maud’hi – Rise and restore the nature of the word And like the great beast, they came from the sea Legions of men chartered by the evil king Come to destroy the Land of the ones unamenable to he And to murder the golden son of the old prophecy They set fire to the homes And salted the fields Raped the mothers and daughters Shed the blood of the men Enslaved their sons And stolen their wealth to do Ik’thran’ithul’s will A great presence had overtaken one of the guard “This child is mine, now save him and take him afar” And so they erected their obelisk Claimed the lands for their own But the son of the morning Had been given a new home Seven years had come and gone The boy safe in his new home Unawares of his past – Everyday he would ask The questions that answers would never be known And his days were spent learning the tongue of the king Tending the fields and taking up sward He was destined to be in (the) Narcillian army In the midst of the night An apparition appeared before he Materialized from light from the hearth The boy startled, fell to his knees Then the master extended her hand “The powers of ancients are yours Go now learn with these tools” Reached out with her palm and touched his head Now gone – sailed away in whirlwind of shadow The creative force withdrawn to the realm of the unknown Disease had spread o’er the flock And the folk had fallen in despair Without knowing, the boy healed all And raised the dead fowl It’s stench wafting through the air Many witnesses came to bear testimony against the boy Necromancy, unknown to the people, yet punishable by d**h Would be his fate without intervention from the ones who know At last he had been made known of his story His past, once blackened now brought to light Ostracized from his town, destiny to overthrow the crown And restore a new age of light to his kin Left to focus his craft, a lone mage on the path Banished to the wilderness to discover the light of the imminent dawn