Take away the legend. Take away the magic. Take away the history, the reputation, bad, brave, intelligent, good. And what are you left with?
People.
Four people, to be exact.
One, a boy from fen, with the fires of hatred burning through his past longing to be able to live in peace and security. Two, a boy from a line of great warriors, terrified of disappointing his great name with cowardice. Three, a young lady of noble birth, the weight of expectation on her shoulders holding her back from living with her head in the clouds. And four, a girl able to so feel the pain of the world that she is able to not hate, but instead love even the unloveable.
These were the Founders Four. They all grew to share the same dream; to save and protect the future of the noble art of wizardry from the forces that sought to snuff it out, that witches and wizards may one day live in the light of the sun with no fear. Yet, that goal was never quite achieved. For while four agreed that something ought be done, each thought that their own way, and only their own way, was the how of what ought be done. So one would leave, and four would fracture, never to be the same again.
These were the Founders Four. This is their story.