Ever since the beginning, Magic has had a presence in all things. Whether it was in a speck of dirt or the flowing particles of air. Magic has given life to many things, both good and evil. For Magic is creation, but also destruction. A balance It must keep for everything to thrive.
However, one such being It created, demons, didn't believe in keeping balance and sought to rule over all. A great war was struck with blood being shed on all sides. Knowing this meaningless war would only lead to more bloodshed, Magic created a being to act as Its representative and use Magic's full power to keep the balance.
However, the being created encountered a problem. Out of the many races Magic created, humans were one of Its favorites. Humans were ever changing and evolving. Both logic and emotions controlled their actions which made them unpredictable. Humans had always intrigued Magic, that was why magic chose to make this being based on a human.
This being, Azriel, was the personification of magic. Though his entire essence was made of magic, he had the shell and mind of a human. That was where the problem laid.
Many of the current world's races looked down upon humans thinking them weak or easy prey. In a way, they were correct. Physically speaking, they couldn't match a demon's strength. When dealing with emotions, angels sneered at how emotional humans were when it was common sense that emotions skews logic.
They couldn't see past these traits to find what Magic loved about humans. They couldn't see how compassion and love made life worth living. They couldn't see the determination and integrity of humans in the face of an impossible challenge. They couldn't see what Magic could.
So when a human showed up, no matter how strong he felt to them, both sides sneered and refused to listen.
With a heavy heart, Azriel used the full power of Magic to split Earth into three dimensions and sent both angels and demons into their new homes. With the main forces gone on both sides, and with Azriel's voice of reason, the other races calmed and accepted peace between all.
However, because of the continuous fighting between two powerful forces, Magic and the Earth were nearly destroyed and in drastic need of help.
Knowing what he had to do, Azriel set up a council with a representative of each race in order to keep the peace before using the rest of his reserves to rehabilitate the Earth, thus putting him into a deep slumber.
Time passed by while the world thrived. Peace between races allowed them to focus on improving their way of life instead of protecting what they already had. Even the ones who felt they were superior kept their tongue and worked with others lest another devastating war occur and destroy everything.
However, more time passed and younger generations took over the old, which is the natural way of life. Yet, they never experienced the hardships of war and the possible repercussions that come with it.
Soon, war was declared once again, this time between two factions of elves. The battle lasted over a thousand years until the balance started to tip yet again. The dark elves founded a new branch of magic meant only for death.
Using this newfound magic, they swept across the world annihilating everything that stood in their way. High elves, not seeing any other way, adopted this death magic and fought fire with fire until the world was rife with destruction once again.
Magic saw what was becoming of Its world and called upon Its slumbering ambassador to once again intervene.
Azriel, just as before, spoke to both sides, but unlike the last time, only the dark elves sneered and attacked. Knowing that such evil could not live anywhere, he sadly annihilated the entire dark army.
Turning around to find the high elves on their knees, ready for slaughter, Azriel thought of a better punishment for them. While they fought for beings unlike them, they still used such ghastly magic in order to win instead of trying to find another method.
Thus, he put a curse upon them. Forevermore, they shall be in need of another magical being to sustain their magic. The remaining elves thanked Azriel for his mercy before he warned all once again that balance must be kept.
The elves went back to their homes and were met with grandiose cheers. Many remembered the tales of angels and demons and how both were sent away forever. With downtrodden hearts, the elves explained that while they were spared, they were placed with a curse.
However, instead of the jeers and taunts the 'mighty elves' thought they would get, they were welcomed with open arms to use their fellow comrades to stabilize them. Azriel smiled at the heartwarming scene before leaving to fix the world once again.
Though, this time was different. The world wasn't nearly as destroyed as the last, so he had no need to go into a deep slumber to recover. He debated going back and helping lead the many races into another golden era, but decided against it.
He may keep the balance, but he would allow others to rule themselves. Because if he stayed at the top, no one would have the free will to be themselves. Some will once again try to take over, but others will stop them. A world without strife, as he learned, will only lead to another great war.
So, he disguised himself as any other human and spent his days learning what the world had become while he was asleep. He soon found out that humans were not the same as he once knew them, at least, some of them.
After the first great war, Magic had gifted a smidgen of Its power to a few worthy humans to make the first wizard and witches. Azriel was fascinated by these new humans since they were so similar to him. Though, he soon found out that while they were similar, there was no comparison between their power level.
He watched as they learned how to harness their magic and amaze the other humans. He watched as they created new things, built new towns and marvelous castles and harnessed their magic to help others. However, he also watched them control their magic to devastating effects. Earth moved, waters flooded, fires raged and winds tore through the lands.
Another war soon began between two such mages, Merlin and Morgana. They were both evenly matched
While Morgana sought out dark magic to destroy Merlin, Merlin decided to go on a journey to find Magic's chosen. He wanted to appeal to Azriel to help defeat Morgana before she destroyed anything else.
After years of searching, Merlin did find Azriel and begged for guidance and help. He explained what he wanted and how he hoped Azriel would help. In turn, Azriel looked deep into what made Merlin who he was and decided that, instead of him intervening, he would teach Merlin secrets of magic so he could defeat Morgana and lead the magical world into a prosperous era.
For an entire year, Azriel trained Merlin mercilessly, though not just in the physical sense. Once the year was over, Merlin would seem no different than he was before, at least, on the outside. However, the amount of knowledge he gained over that year was worth a hundred self-study years.
He learned how to properly incorporate magic throughout his body, how to let it flow instead of forcing it, how to guide it to achieve a goal, how to treat it as a friend and companion and much more. He came out a changed man in both mind and magic, ready to face his nemesis just as she was ready for him.
The battle lasted for days, but Magic was on Merlin's side. Morgana could only depend on herself while Merlin had a friend that would help him when he needed it. In the end, Merlin defeated Morgana and became a symbol to all magic users. He went on another journey to search for Azriel in order to thank him, but he could never find him even after years of searching. When he concluded that Azriel must not want to be found, he stopped and looked into the sky. "Thank you," he sincerely said and felt a soft touch of magic. He smiled, knowing his message got to Azriel before living his life without the threat Morgana presented to the world.
Azriel watched as time flew by. He would often help fellow magicals as an innocent bystander, especially children, to help them gain a foothold in the world. This went on for many years until he heard of a school being built for young magicals.
He soon came upon a wondrous castle that was in its final stages of completion. Knowing how much hard work was put into this in these tough times, he blessed the castle when it was completed. This blessing gave Hogwarts enough power to become semi sentient, not that the Founders knew.
When it opened, he became one of the first magical 'children' to attend the school. Azriel explored the castle and attended every class. To sum up his feelings on Hogwarts, impressed would be an understatement.
The Founders taught all types of magic. It didn't matter who created it or its purpose. Azriel was glad the demons never taught anyone black magic. The school also didn't hold any discrimination against other races, so if they had magic, they were accepted.
Feeling that the magical world was on the right track, he bid goodbye to the world and went back into a deep slumber. He learned a lot and experienced much, and he hoped he wouldn't be needed for many more millennium.
His hope only lasted one millennium.