A Divine Practice

Prologue-

The old wizard lay down upon his bed, tired of life. His years had not been ones of luxury, quite the contrary in fact. The powerful man had witnessed too many tragedies to ever have happiness.

So much tragedy that he in fact, hadn't smiled in about 17 years. 17 long years, alone in his small cottage. A lowly life for one so powerful.

The poor old wizard knew his days would end quite soon. Quite soon indeed. He lay there waiting, thinking about what he would have done differently, he is now determined that in his afterlife he will be more helpful.

He knows that as soon as he takes his last breath in his small cottage in the hills, the most important spell that he had ever cast will be broken and all hell will break loose.

He closed his eyes one last time as his chest rose then fell again for one final breath. The great Eldon was dead.