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The cold, biting winds of the North bit into the man’s skin through his cloak and thick winter clothing as he climbed through the mountains. It was so cold that the very stinging tears rolling down the man’s alabaster face were freezing in the wind, dropping off as small, frozen crystals. This magician had been travelling the world, searching for something that he could use to truly leave his mark. He had used his magic for both good and ill, but neither brought him what he yearned for, so he… Continue

Prologue

The old man sat before a group of younger men and women, preparing to tell a story they had heard hundreds of times before. Years had passed since the most important event in written history had occurred, the opening of an ancient pair of stone doors known as the Gate of Souls. As the children quieted down, he stood up and began his lecture.



“Many millennia ago, magic ran rampant across the world. Even… Continue