Liberator of Mages - Enfold Darkness

Hundreds of thousands of ages have passed

Since the dawn of the Sali’un

They had given the gift of the white magic

A resource to the lesser kin

Which had uplifted them from the welk and the desires of evil men

Yet a dark shadow arose from the east

Their purpose settled in blood

A war faring folk with technology

Able to diminish the powers and control the

Mind of the mages — they had bcome weak

A child is born

Under th sign of the morning star

The catalyst of prophecy

Im’maud’hi — Rise and restore the nature of the word

And like the great beast, they came from the sea

Legions of men chartered by the evil king

Come to destroy the

Land of the ones unamenable to he

And to murder the golden son of the old prophecy

They set fire to the homes

And salted the fields

Raped the mothers and daughters

Shed the blood of the men

Enslaved their sons

And stolen their wealth to do Ik’thran’ithul’s will

A great presence had overtaken one of the guard

«This child is mine, now save him and take him afar»

And so they erected their obelisk

Claimed the lands for their own

But the son of the morning

Had been given a new home

Seven years had come and gone

The boy safe in his new home

Unawares of his past — Everyday he would ask

The questions that answers would never be known

And his days were spent learning the tongue of the king

Tending the fields and taking up sward

He was destined to be in (the) Narcillian army

In the midst of the night

An apparition appeared before he

Materialized from light from the hearth

The boy startled, fell to his knees

Then the master extended her hand

«The powers of ancients are yours

Go now learn with these tools»

Reached out with her palm and touched his head

Now gone — sailed away in whirlwind of shadow

The creative force withdrawn to the realm of the unknown

Disease had spread o’er the flock

And the folk had fallen in despair

Without knowing, the boy healed all

And raised the dead fowl

It’s stench wafting through the air

Many witnesses came to bear testimony against the boy

Necromancy, unknown to the people, yet punishable by death

Would be his fate without intervention from the ones who know

At last he had been made known of his story

His past, once blackened now brought to light

Ostracized from his town, destiny to overthrow the crown

And restore a new age of light to his kin

Left to focus his craft, a lone mage on the path

Banished to the wilderness to discover the light of the imminent dawn