When this world was young, magicians walked the earth.
Things were more malleable then. The magicians were able to forge reality with the force of their will. They crafted consciousness, designed destinies, freed fire, and moved mountains.
The magicians shined brilliantly. They moved around frequently, teaching their arts and crafts to all who would receive them. Not everyone was able to wield their incredible power, but even so, their magic was able to inspire feelings of awe, wonder, and curiosity in the minds of Man.
In the wake of the magicians, great civilizations arose.
Their relics are still with us to this day, working their wonders.
These powerful people were not without enemies, though. From the very beginning, they were opposed by certain oppressors – suppressors of knowledge and wisdom. The magicians were seen as a great threat to their control. Not too long after the magicians created the great societies, the group skilled in the tricks of treachery came and turned Mankind against its former heroes, the great gods. The magicians became feared for their power and distrusted.
They were attacked time and again. Caught by surprise, some were burned, others beheaded. A few magicians fought back with great fury, but for the most part, they chose to retreat and go underground. They did not wish to destroy the people they had helped to lift up. They knew the minds of Men had been clouded by the deceivers, their real enemy.
Something had to be done. A meeting was called. The greatest magicians from all over the world converged. They gathered in the sacred cave of their ancestors.
Men and women of great potency met around a roaring fire. After the opening incantation, they communed in colors.
This was a bad idea, our enemies have spies and could have tracked us here. They may try to destroy our brightest in one fell swoop.
They did track us. A legion has already been dispatched and is on its way here. We have much to discuss in a short period of time.
What!? We must flee immediately.
No! We should beat them back and show them our true power!
We are outnumbered 100 to 1.
Ha! I can kill at least 200 of these men myself.
Yes, we would be able to defeat them, but they would only send wave after wave against us. We would have to spill rivers of blood.
So be it! Do you know what they did to my brother, his wife and his children??
I do. And that is exactly what they will do to more of our families if we fight through the ages.
So what is the solution? I hope you are not proposing we allow ourselves to be killed at the hands of these brutes.
We must leave this time and place. There is an ancient way. I will show you.
Where do we go?
From whence we came.
Are you speaking of suicide?
No. It is a form of trance-mutation, moving into the ether.
Then we shall leave this world for good? What of our children?
We will leave for a period of time. I have sent instructions to the disciples and they will have our children hidden amongst the ranks of Men.
How shall they learn the ways of Magic without us to teach them?
Only a few will be schooled in secret, passing down their fragments through the ages. But most will not know of our ways. It is safer this way. The most important thing is that our descendants are still upon the planet at the time of our re-appearance. Hopefully their blood remains strong and spreads widely, as this is the stock into which we will return. Our enemies will spend many years trying to eliminate our kin and prevent us from ever taking over control from them.
How will we know when to come back?
You will be called. You will be re-born into a very different world. You will forget your powers for a time. You will not know why you came. You will be scattered across the earth. You must find each other and help one another to recover what has been forgotten, stolen, and lost. I must be honest, though, most of you will not want to come back to this place in the time when we are needed. It will be dense and depraved. There will be much talk of “magic” at this time, but it will be there to confuse and hide the truth.
They have breached the barrier. We need to start now. If we aren’t successful, all will be lost.
I will stall them.
With that, a lone magician moved to stand guard.
A quiet chant began around the fire. The flames changed color as electricity danced amongst the magicians. As the chant grew, the earth began to shake. The walls glowed with energy.
Soldiers quickly filled into the cave through the narrow opening, but they halted at the site of a man enflamed in red. The anger in his face was palpable. With some trepidation, the soldiers slowly formed a semi-circle around the raging man of red.
A battle ensued that would consume many lives before the red mage was eventually felled.
Climbing over their dead, the soldiers entered the inner sanctum, but were left disappointed.
The magicians had disappeared.