Once upon a time there was magic in this world. A little bit resided in each and everyone of us. Powerful mages taught those who were willing. People lived in harmony with the elements of nature, paid tribute to the gods.
My father told me that even a commoner could talk to the statues in the temples.
But a few hundred years ago one of the mages decided to conquer the world. And he did. He spent his years waging one war after another, until there were no more wars to fight. No enemies left.
He was old and sick and knew time was working against him. But his wife had been incapable of offering him an heir. His advisors urged him to find another woman, yet he did not take kindly to breaking his sacred vows.
Instead, he prayed. He prayed to all the gods, but none would listen…
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