Dypes The Soul Keeper. (2)

Chapter 13: Magic

“Magic is a most wonderful thing. With it we can move the earth to make walls, create fire to give us heat, manipulate the wind to make us faster or even master creating water to fight off our thirst. These are just the start of the great things magic can do for us. Heal our wounded, cure a disease, build a home or protect a life. However when there is good bad must follow. Magic can be used to cause great pain it can kill and maim. It can take everything away from someone be it the caster themselves. This however is sadly the truth to our species our race it is the curse of human. We are at all times a flip of the coin. One day a perfect gentlemen the next a mass murderer. This is why when learning magic we must keep control and keep calm. If we give into desire it will ruin us and drive us to despair. The first Grand Mage Skov taught us this. A thing we have forgotten over the generation’s magic was originally a gift from the gods to protect us. However through time the old enemy disappeared and we as a race needed a new one. Power is corruption and only the strongest can hold it. The gift we once praised so highly is now seen as a curse or a mark a taint if you will. We as mage must overcome this taint and show the world what a good thing it can be. We have the very power of gods at our disposal and what do we do with it? Why wage war of course. Maybe it is in our blood or maybe that is what power does. Who knows? Before magic the strong ruled a world of chaos and death. Now with that world in the history books we are in the turmoil of a new dark age. Were the very thing that saved us so long ago is now what is being hunted and killed for. Magic is so endless that new methods are being made up every day and new schools of magic being born. If things continue these will be lost forever and I fear the enemy of old will come back and claim what has been lost to them. The Dark Age is around the corner and we are the last guardians of the keep. We must never let history repeat itself otherwise I fear the gods will return and this time they will not bring gifts.”

Standing dumbstruck at the speech many mage stood in silence at the old man.

“Now that my speech is finished is their anyone who doesn’t want to join me in protecting Gord?” The room stood silent and the old man smirked. “Good, the gate may have fallen but we still have three royal guards around. Haya and Tate. Oh and let’s not forget us!” A cheer broke out with the mage and the old man dropped his hand down a sign to all. A great scattering each mage a different way, they ran towards battle, towards peace and towards death.

Standing now alone in an open space with a great statue in the centre of the garden. It was double that of a normal man and was a stone carving of Tate in his younger years.  Looking up at the statue the old man shed a tear. “I wish you could have heard these words. After all they were your words dad.”