Prologue; or, Through the Looking Glass
Every story has a certain degree of truth to it. No matter how farfetched it seems, how ridiculous it sounds, there is always a nugget of reality contained within, from when it was not a story, but actual events. Of course, the interesting conclusion you can draw from this is that everything is true, including falsehoods. Certain lawyers have actually tried arguing this before, that lies are truth, as the lie is in and of itself honest. They were then summarily executed.
But the point is that there is always a grain of truth in every myth. The ones about the world's creation for example. None of them can really be considered true, as the creation cannot be described by words. But there's still something to each of them. Each is a different perspective on the same series of events. The odd thing, though, is that all of them missed a rather large bit of creation. But the missed object, well, perhaps there's a reason that it was missed....
From Creation, flash forward. But here and there, watch. Flickers of colored light. Something that defies human comprehension.
22 years ago, watch. A man corrupted by his own lust for power, attacks an innocent child. And, amazingly enough, the infant defeats him, almost kills him. It violates every expectation, but yet, somehow, it happens. And as the house is destroyed by the backwash of the spell, a faint gold glimmer fades out.
8 years ago, watch. A young man, standing on the cusp of adulthood, bows his head as he completes an ancient ritual. A golden light surrounds him, dancing gleefully, randomly, chaotically around him, as an unseen presence accepts him. He raises his head, a mischievious grin on his face as his now-light brown eyes twinkle. In a corner, his mentor's smile fades as a silent voice whispers something in her ear.
5 years ago, watch. A fierce battle rages in the halls of an ancient castle. The Dark Wizard is destroyed, once and for all. In the Great Hall, a young man with white hair and pale, ice blue eyes leans against a wall, glowing a faint red, and staring vacantly at the body before him. The other walks in, green eyes blank, face lacking any expression whatsoever. Both are sick and tired of the fighting that has defined their lives. War has been the only reality for both of them for many years, and they are ready for peace to begin. But only one is truly sick of war; the other, though wearied, will still fight if he must. And eventually, he will.
Watch now. A green flash of power, of light, of magic. Everything is about to change once again....
