In a large kingdom far away, where magic was common place and Kings and Queens still ruled, there was a boy wizard who spent his days practicing magic. At age 2 he was mimicking his mother, a warmage capable of casting destructive spells that can incinerate foes. He copied small incantations for lighting fires and producing light. By 7 he had begun to apply the fundamentals of magic in his everyday life, studying deep into tomes and following complicated procedures. On his 14th birthday he showed his family and friends a brand new spell, one that could interpret the intentions of the user and replicate into readable incantations that best fit the casters needs. With the help of his mentor a former strategist and colleague of his mother's- Ackin the Wise, and the boy prodigy revolutionized magic.
By 17 years of age, magic had accessible for anyone willing to learn. This led to a revolution of ideas and progress in the kingdom, many problems once unsolvable became possible with little ingenuity. Resources were abundant, trade was flourishing, people were healthy and inspired. The little wizard remained small though, Ackin claimed the credit of the spell that changed the world. Only given minor acknowledgement, and the merit of 'helping', the little wizard was left without his own fame. This didn't particularly bother him so, he kept to his tomes and research never stopping except to maintain relations with those he loves. Afterall there was no spell to change the past. "Magic was meant to propel the future", his mentor exclaimed during one of his early lectures.
And propel the future it had, at 21 years of age the little wizard and his kingdom's influence had reached the rest of the world, it's cultural success and financial domination assimilated most peoples. The little wizard was content behind the scenes guiding his king and his domain towards growth and prosperity. The king was getting old, and he summoned the boy to ask him desperate questions. "My body is failing boy, have you found any way to reverse old age?", the king asked meagerly.
"No, my king, there is no way to reverse aging.", The wizard responded.
"I see," the Kings face saddened, "My boys hate me, after I've spent so much time guiding the kingdom instead of loving my children...is there a spell to make them love me again?"
"No, my king, there is no such spell. Have you tried asking for forgiveness?", The wizard inquired solemnly. The king sputtered out a laugh the twisted into a wet, bloody cough. "I have not," a smile fell over his lips, "...one last request my boy, before I die...", his words hung in the air," I want to fix the world finally... I understand there is no spell to make people love... but could you create one that let's people understand one another?"... The little wizard pondered his question
