The Mage Who Stole the Sun

Once upon a time ....

A world of ice, a world of snow. There lived hundreds but only a few know. The tale of two from a time forgotten from a precise land, a land where your wildest imaginations could not live up to. This land once flourished with flowers and springs, as the bright summer sun danced on the river and the fish swam into the abyss. This land was perfect. It was peaceful, quiet and calm, filled to the brim with light but that was before. Before that day. The day when the planets lined up, the sun sank behind the moon and the world went black. The once happy creatures of the land who were more peaceful then the golden tree of truth were now at a war against each other. This bloodshed and battle. So many tears cried. It was the end of the world. They had taken a step further than the sun could have lit up. This fight of anger lasted for 5,000 years until the sun came back up. This cruel and sickening war costed the lives of thousands. The Pixies vs. the Fairies. They wanted the truth. Who took the sun? Each accusing one another but the truth is it was neither of them. It was I. I am the mage who stole the sun.