A Tale of Fortunes Cross

Chapter 1: Prologue: Humble Beginnings

Ch.1: Prologue: Humble Beginnings

In a world where warlocks and witches determine the fate of kingdoms, a young man was born with a special gift. This man became known in his early years and before long had come to be called the most powerful warlock ever born. This man working directly under the kings' rule lived a life of riches and luxury normally reserved only for kings. In his mid-twenties this man met and married the woman of his dreams. She was a noble woman and she was stricken with a curse. This woman lived a life beside her husband unable to use magic and living with weak bones and a fragile body she was supported enormously by this great and powerful man. But because of her weakened state she could neither bear children. With his army in his left hand and his warlock to his right the king trampled over entire kingdoms as if they were kingdoms of ants. His nation grew to be the largest and most powerful ever seen, and ALAS! in the midst of the kingdoms greatest hour the woman of the warlocks greatest dreams gave birth. An impossible feat, truly! However, preforming the impossible comes at a cost even to the most powerful of magicians. This woman being no witch with no magic at all and in such a weak body, not even the most powerful warlock in the world could save her that night. The king declared the day a special day; because his most trusted friend and powerful companion, the man responsible for making the kingdom what it was, had both a great miracle and tragedy befall him in the on same day. And thus in respect the king declared the day a tribute to this man, in the morning the entire kingdom would feast, drink and party to celebrate the birth of a miracle child, and in the eve they would mourn the loss of the second greatest woman in all the kingdom, second only to the queen of course. Despite being without his mother the boy lived a normal life. Well, as normal as you can get being lavished by servants and given all your hearts desires accomplished both in material things and magic by the greatest magician. The boy was taught in the arts of magic and warfare from an early age. However, it became very apparent that the boy had more semblance to his mother than what appeared to the eye. While his impairments were few and his skills were great, his biggest impairment was magic itself. Along with her eyes that could make the bluest of sapphires jealous, and her hair that had no comparison in this world, it was made painfully obvious that he had gotten his magical talent from his mother as well. That talent being none at all. You see he could not use magic in the least. Not a rare trait but certainly unexpected from the offspring of the world's greatest magician. This fact aside he lived a fairly rich and luxurious life.

While things were peaceful in the largest and richest of kingdoms, they were not so outside of the kingdom. You see, the smaller kingdoms were vanishing one by one being sucked into and devoured by the larger one. Many kingdoms feared the growing power of this one kings might. A group of smaller kingdoms close to the boarder of this larger one banned together and planned to invade all at once. Maybe if they worked together they could put a stop to the tyranny and suppression before it was too late, before it grew too large. They invaded under the cover of night on the same night that the young man's mother had died and on the same night that the young man turned nine. Normally an army of a mere 10 thousand or so men would be crushed in an instant by a furious fiery rain, hot enough to melt the ground itself under their feet. But much to their surprise and to their luck the man who would normally perform such a task lay in his bed, ill and unable to use magic, barely able to move. Even the most powerful warlock cannot fight off the smallest of organisms so easily. Learning of the invasion he instructed his son to flee, for they would surely kill him if it was found that he was living. The boy never knowing difficulty or rivalry and worrying about his father could not possibly obey this command, so when the men invaded the castle the father used what was left of his magic to turn his son invisible. This spell would last for nearly a day's time. Being unable to defend himself his son was forced to watch his father, stabbed through the heart, his sheets made of the finest wool soaking up the blood as if drinking his father dry in front of his eyes. Being unable to stand the sight he ran past the poor excuse for a solder and through the door. He ran to the edge of the town and into a large seemingly unending field surrounding the capital. He ran for three nights and two days, stopping neither to eat, sleep, nor drink. As the sun rose on the third day, still running, he tripped passing out on the side of an old dirt road just before he reached the forest that covers most of the south. This battle would come to be known as the battle of Monyume and one of the greatest battles ever fought.