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Prologue

Outside a rural mining town, sat a freshly built large two-story house, the evening light reflecting off the new glass windows. A mother had just finished putting her two children to bed and had already said goodnight to her husband, even though they both knew she wasn't going to bed just yet. She entered the master bedroom of the house, looking around cautiously before walking to the angled wall next to the balcony door and started pushing the clothes dresser out of the way of a small door, just big enough for her to crawl into. Inside this secret room was a small round rug in the centre, surrounded by ever-burning blue flamed candles that just barely lit the dim room. Carefully stepping over the candles, she sat in the middle of the circle, crossing her legs and closing her eyes. Not even a minute later, the small flames on the candles flickered and started to detach from the wick, floating around the woman who slowly started to lift off of the ground with a pale green glow. She started to hum to herself, her eyes snapping open with the same green glow that surrounded her body. Images flicked over her eyes as she saw them, a series of events over one hundred years in the future muddled and out of order. After the visions stopped, the glow seemed to get sucked out of her eyes and formed a scroll in front of the woman, everything that she saw written down perfectly on the paper. "Thank god for magic" she muttered to herself as she landed down on the rug with the same slowness as she rose, the rolled up paper falling into her hands perfectly.

She started to read through the scroll again to secure the information into her mind, thinking about how she's going to stop what happens in one hundred years. After thinking for a bit, she snapped her fingers, an idea coming to her. "I got it!" she said, another scroll and a quill floating towards her. She took both objects into her hands, scribbling something quickly onto the yellowed paper. After she had finished, she put down the quill and held the scroll out, reading it back over. "I think this might just work... but I do feel like I'm forgetting something" she mutters, letting the scroll float in front of her as she tries to think of what she forgot. She ultimately shrugged it off and closed her eyes, the flames flickering around her as she started to float off of the rug again. She opened her glowing eyes, saying aloud the words written on the scroll that she had just written. The house started to slowly rumble. Then that rumble turned into a light shake. An eerie green glow swallowed the house and in a flash, the shaking had stopped. She fell back to the floor with a thud, exhausted after preforming such a large spell. She left everything on the floor and crawled out of the secret room, pushing the dresser back in front of the small door. Not long after struggling to do that, her husband came rushing in with visible worry on his face.

"Was that you honeybun?" his voice shaking, worried she had gotten hurt.

"Yes, sorry" she sheepishly said, letting a yawn escape her after saying her reply. She waddled over to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, flopping down on it with another yawn. She rolled over, taking some blanket with her, slowly drifting into the land of sleep with a soft snore.

The husband walked over to his wife and gave her a kiss on the forehead, walking over to his side of the bed and tucking him self in for the night.

Little did she know what she had forgotten was going to impact everyone's lives in the future. The scroll with her spell on it slowly rocked back and forth as the letters shifted and changed, before folding itself into a nice letter and disappearing out of reality in a poof of green smoke...