Morith: The Search

Prologue

Prologue

Thousands of years ago, power and magic has not yet been discovered. All mortals have laid themselves only in riches, fame and elegance. Nobility is strong and profound in the eyes of many people who dreamed of it. Until one day, a man named Dougran Blackheaven discovered power for himself. He learned the true arts that lie within the heart of magic, the art of sorcery. The art of sorcery, such a music to one’s ears who wants to harness its benevolent powers that could change one’s heart if used in the side of light.

   Dougran had bathed himself with the sparkles that sorcery gave him. With the will that he has attained, it gave him wisdom, intellect, power, fame, riches and elegance. For long, with the power he received came benevolence to people. Until suddenly, on a dark and evil night Dougran has introduced malevolence on the art of sorcery that made him seek for more power. He has invented many evil spells that when cast to someone, could make him or her perish.

Dougran himself showed what he has learned to the people of the world. The knights of the castles were obliged by Dougran to harness the power of magic. Chance went near to Dougran, and so he used his powers of persuasion to let the knights serve him. The knights didn’t refuse; they immediately accepted his orders. Every minute of the day, knights were seen in and out of his mansion, taking errands from him.

And then one day, Dougran became tired all of a sudden. And so he sat on his throne colored in extravagant purple and encrusted with gold. Dougran thought of many things he could do with his hands. He planted a plot in his mind of enslaving humanity. He thought of fashioning a diamond locket using a hex that would result for the locket to cause either havoc or life upon the world. And so, he started chanting:

“Winds from the corners of the world come

I demand thee to provoke death from swimming

Waters of the deep oceans come

I command thee to make way for an eternal cry upon the land

Earths from the green and leafy land come.

I order thee to crush each tree and bring forth a new tree

Fires from the volcanoes that deem no one come.

I ask forth thee to finally hide yourselves in the chambers of the world.

Prevent yourselves from overseeing the coming progress, the progress of power!”

As Dougran finished chanting his hex, lightning from the heavens flashed. A strong rain poured over the world. A sudden earthquake blasted the earth. Volcanoes erupted; immediately the flowing lava hardened, covering the mouths of the volcanoes. But amidst the powerful effect that Dougran’s hex had brought, his life was a payment. The grim reaper, named Soullice appeared. Soullice spoke to Dougran in a hard voice.

“Mortal, you have violated the manaic law.”

Dougran was so surprised, of Soullice’s coming and his words that he stood rooted to the spot. His eyes flickered and he replied in a nervous manner.

“W—w—what rules?”

Soullice then waved his scythe and replied.

“It is the laws of harnessing the power of magic!” Soullice said to Dougran in a dominant voice. “You mortal, haven’t you realized what you’ve done?!” Soullice said and Dougran grew more scared of Soullice. “You’ve overused your power. You have been unethical in the usage of your will! Dougran, a new name written in the Book of Morith, for this man has been lucky that he has received the gift!” As Dougran heard the word Morith came out of Soullice’s mouth, he began to question him with no mixture of fear and confusion.