Prologue 1
On a night when the moon was shining red upon the battle that was soon to commence, illuminating the tower that stood above all others, spells were cast back and forth, words exchanged and disregarded. Two figures,an old man and a woman, stood opposite of each other, eying each other. The man spoke, his words lace with power and wisdom, "This ends tonight Morgana. You were given a chance to redeem yourself after your acts of treason and you threw it back into your brother's face. You will die tonight, I promise you."
"A chance to redeem myself? I would have had my powers sealed away if I had submitted to you and my wretched brother's circle of knights. A fate that you and I both agree to be worst than death. No, it is you who shall fall tonight Merlin." The woman glared at the man she had long disregarded as her superior.
Merlin stared at her without expression, pulling out a staff out of his robes, he tapped the end of it on to the ground and melded into the stone floor, leaving behind a ball of sand floating in the ball of sand took the form of an eye and flew above the tower before stopping at a good distance away from Morgana but close enough to pin point her location. Before Morgana had a chance to counter his spell, she sensed danger and jumped backwards to avoid the spikes that rose from her previous position. She wasn't quick enough to avoid it completely which resulted in her torn robes.
Casting an invisibility charm on herself, she cast spell after spell into the stone floor, trying to flush her opponent out. The spells drilled holes smaller than an inch in diameter but it drilled far into the stone floor. The eye observing her from high above, before fading back into sand. Without her noticing, Merlin reappeared with a ball of light in his hand and threw the ball of energy at the fallen witch. It struck a barrier with a loud gong and she countered with her own aimed her spell onto the stone floor, giant hands of rock emerged from either side of the man instantly, attempting to crush him before stopping an inch away from his body before turning into sand.
Cursing under his breath, he began a long incantation, with one hand making intricate patterns in the air while the other shooting balls of energy at the witch, the barrier shielding Morgana held but was shattered when Merlin finish his incantation. She had but a moment before the balls of energy hit her, knocking her backward and into a wall. Slumping down onto the cold floor, wounds sizzling from the energy attacks. She looked up to see a staff pointed at her face. "Did you actually think you had a chance defeating me ? After all, I taught you everything you know. Regret your actions and your mistakes in the afterlife, Morgana." The staff pulsed ready to deal the final blow.
The Merlin's eyes widen however when a emerald gem was pulled out of the witches robes. His body stiffen and his world started to swirl, Morgana smirked in triumph," I have no doubt that I will die tonight now with the wounds you have inflicted on me. However, I will use the little life I have left to trap you in this gem forever." Those were the last words uttered before Merlin's body disappeared into the stone.
5 months later
Four people stood round a table of their masters home, discussing their future plans together. Around them were potions and machinery that were well beyond the comprehension of mere men. The home of their master sit untouch after his disappearance and were now divided amongst his for pupils. Said pupils who were in quite an argument of what was to be done of their master's possessions, for all four of them were at a lost what to do with them. Their master had vanished completely off the face of the earth, the only trace that they found was the battle that led to Morgana's death. They could not find his body but instead found a gem beside the lifeless body the traitor witch.
"I still believe we should wait, who is to say he won't come back, there wasn't a body at all. He could still be alive."Said a woman around her mid thirties. Her eyes on the gem she believed hold the mysteries to her masters whereabouts.
"We searched every corner of that tower and the lands surrounding it for 4 months. If he is still alive, why hasn't he come back yet. Helga, you have to see the truth. Master is gone. We have to carry on." A man in a suit of armor embroiled with a a griffin on his mantle. His voice filled with emotions of grief, yet his eyes never wavered as he looked at his colleague.
"Godric is right. We need to move on. Master knew what he was doing and the risk he was taking when he volunteered to hunt down Morgana. We should not mourn for him." A lady with aristocrat features wearing a raven black dress sat on the other end of the room, staring out the window. The grief in her voice was subtle but was there all the same.
The only person in the room who had not said a word was staring at the emerald gem with curiosity. He had charming features, his skin pale under the lamp. He had this peculiar feeling when he saw the stone, it somehow felt familiar to him yet he didn't know what exactly is it. Turning away from the gem, he turned to his 3 friends and got their attention when he asked, " What do we do now ? Do we continue Master Emrys' legacy and start Hogwarts or part ways and delay its founding until master returns? I for one believe we should not delay its opening any longer. After all, he would not want us to mourn his absence for this long now."
The three eyed their ambitious friend. Looking at each other they could only nod. "Now, back to the matter at hand. What do we do with this?" Salazar said,pointing at the stone gem on the table. The stone sat on the table gleaming, enchanting emerald green that had so many unanswered questions about it. Helga, Rowena and Godric regarded the stone with curiosity but left it as it is, too afraid to tamper with it. The four could feel the magic pouring out of it. It was calming yet they could not erase the uneasiness it gave off.
Rowena stood up and walked to the stone, grabbing it and placed it in a book that held all of her master's processions. It sunk into the book like stone into water and writings began to appear on it. " I believe we should keep it. We can use it as a reminder of Master Emrys."
A knock was heard at door and a voice could be heard," My Lords and Ladies, King Arthur has summoned you." The future founders left the room, the book laid on the desk, never to be open for a millennium.