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Prologue:

A pack of cards sat untouched next to an ancient book with a dagger sitting a top the cover. They sat a top a crystal stand. The crystal shown like a roaring fire as it reflected the light coming from the torches lighting the room. The room was empty except for the stand and the plat form from which it came from. If one looked close enough, they would see small images of animals, people, battles, and many other stories as the light flickered and passed over them. The small wooden door opened silently as a cloaked figure walked in. The figure clutched the cloak as they looked around forlornly before shedding the cloak. The figure reviled in the light was breath taking. Hair the color of fire, but flowing like a river down to her waist. Her eyes an enchanting emerald green with unnoticeable gold specs. Skin the color of the moon, but glowed with the light. She wore a light green top and black pants. Her running shoes were silent as she walked towards the middle of the room. Her eyes held wonder as she stared at the room around her, but they also held sorrow, longing, and courage. She reached the stand and her eyes roved over the two objects on the stand. Her hand touched the top of the cards as she traced the symbol on top. Her voice was soft with a musical hint, "Flower of the valley. Mother you never did explain why you named me that, but now I know why."

Her hand moved to the dagger as she picked it up. The bone handle with the silver blade gleamed as it rose from the book. The bone was smoothed from age, but the blade hadn't dulled. She ran her finger lightly on the blade of the dagger and winced only slightly as the blade cut into her skin. She smiled in a dark way, "A sharp dagger is a good dagger,' father used to say, 'A sharp dagger has thousands more uses than a dull dagger."

She placed the dagger to the side as she ran her non-bloody and injured finger on the cover. The cover was mostly blank with a single tree on it in gold over words in a strange language. She red them as her finger traced the words, "Prosapia est panton , Umbra es nostrum socius , velieris vestri statua secundum smoke , Nostrum illusions servo quod rector.(If you see something wrong tell me) Family is everything, Shadows are our allies, hide your image behind the smoke, Our illusions protect and guide," Her lips twitch in amusement before she tried to pry open the book.

She growled under her breath as she picked up the dagger, "So I was right. The book is protected to reveal it's secrets only when the blood of my family touches it's pages."

With a sigh, she pierced her wounded hand causing blood to flow. The blood splashed against the cover and seemed to be absorbed as her hand healed. She rolled her eyes only for them to widen as the blank part of the cover began to fill with words. The words this time were in English. In shock, she red them aloud, "Guide of the Evans clan. Blood of thine blood will open and reveal my secrets."

She hurriedly opened the book. The words appeared as she red them,

Hello my dear descendant,

You have come to this place where this book now rest in need either for yourself or someone you love. My name is Oak of the clan Devion or as it is now known Evans. You must be wonder how I could know this. The reason is that I have used my power to bind myself to this book after my death. I did this to protect our clan in the future as I do now. Now as the years have passed, our clan has become many things from witches to Protectors and their Guardians, Magi to summoners. Our clan has forgotten from the years of hiding and mixing our blood with that of creatures and all else what we were in the beginning. The reason we have magic is not because of some bloodline or chance, but because it has always been a part of us. Our special magic can only be trained by our kind before we can learn others or we will lose our ability to use it. Our family has always started learning at the tender age of 4. Recently we have been unable to do so as our world was cut off from us. Now you must be questioning what our magic and what we are. We and those of our kind are known to all others as legends or we do not exist. We are and have always been:

Illusionist

She shivered a it as the word rang out in the silence. The world seemed to still as a slight wind blew through the room. She calmed herself as she red more and more. She soon closed the book and picked up the cards. She left the room with a smile because she knew what she would do. As she left, The book opened upon a page. The page glowed as an ancient voice red:

Illusionist's are beings of great magical power. Their power lies in their ability to adapt. Their main weapon is their cards. The cards they carry are made from the magic deep in their core. The cards can contain any kind of spell and have any kind of effect. Deep in every illusionist holds a power that is specifically theirs. Some hold power close to an element, others it is a type of magic. Each Illusionist's magic is a diffrent color, so you can't mistake who's magic it is. Cards among illusionist's can be traded for diffrent spells or as debts.

Illusionists hold traits that make them easy to spot. Their hair color is usually bright or odd like having natural hot pink hair. Their hair can also be dark colors like black or brown; however, that just means their are diffrent colors and hues through it that make them that color. Their eyes are usually oddly colored or hold so many colors in them that they become a single color. They are usually very tall or short. They also attain markings or tattoo's when they complete their training. These tattoos could be anything, they will be very sensitive when touched by another being.

A deep chuckle sounded through the room as the book glowed and a form appeared in a burst of light. The light focused on a point next to the book and slowly solidified. The light disappeared and the form became visible. It was a tall man about 6'4 maybe 6'5. His eyes were a cat-like green with blue specs. His skin was a light, but not sickly pale. His hair was a deep bloody red with a single gold streak. He moved with a cat like grace as a deck of cards appeared in his hand. The cards were normal playing cards with deep green symbols. He paused before speaking in a deep accented brass, "I think we have interfered my friend."

Another deep chuckle sounded as a second figure appeared in the shadows. The figure walked forwards with a cloak of ebony streaked blue. The figure was rather tall as well. The figure paused as he spoke in a deep, raspy voice, "I know; however, thine clan is more important than some prophesy of the fates. Do thou not think so?"

The red haired man nodded, "Of course. I just feel as if I have caused some sort of chaos to brew."

The cloaked man chuckled, "Oak mine friend, thou are to cautious. Lady Chaos has been waiting and the Evans shall once again show their power. Did you not forget that we did the same when we were young?"

The now reveled Oak nodded, "I know Shi, but I can't help, but wonder what would have happened if we were still among the living."

The now reveled Shi nodded, "I know my friend. Kai would be causing the chaos while helping your descendant."

Oak groaned, "Don't remind me."

He shook his head as he faded away. Shi sighed as a single red eye was reveled. He spoke in an ominous voice that left an ominous feeling, "The time will come when our power will be needed, but only your decedent and his true allies will have the power to do something. I pray that the fates realize this before it is to late."

Shi shook his head as he melded back into the shadows. The room was silent as the book thudded shut.

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