Onward

Prologue

Long ago, before smartphones, television and even electricity, the world was a very different place full of wonder. Sprites and unicorns soared across the sky as centaurs, satyrs, cyclops, elves and merfolk frolic below. It was adventurous, exciting, and best of all... there was magic. During those dangerous days wizards would cast spells, shouting incarnations. Magic would burst from their staff with dazzling beams of light. Those who mastered magic tackled impossible challenges. 

Skilled wizards could make objects float, create fire or even assist a warrior on a quest, by defeating terrible beasts. Wizards didn't hesitate to help those in need and everyone enjoyed what magic could do. Magic could be used for wonderful glorious things. And that magic helped all in need. But it wasn't easy to master.

Becoming a wizard required patience, practice and persistence. And only those with the gift of magic can perform the spells. And so the world found a simpler way to get by. Instead of taking years to learn how to perform the light spell, even the loneliness elf could now just flick on a switch, turn on an electric light bulb. Or they could turn on a gas stove, turn on the knob and make fire without any kind of spell.

Eventually, the students of wizardry, toss away their staffs, ready for the life of ease of technology made possible. Soon everyone embraced toasters, gas fireplaces, buses and cars and it became a custom to all the conciseness of modern life. Sprites travel for work by airplane instead of using their wings to fly. Centaurs drove instead of galloping across the land. Bored teens played video games or gazed at their smartphones instead of setting off on adventure quests. Over time, magic faded away, but I hope there's a little magic left... in you. And so I wrote this story so I could see for myself, who the one grew up to be.