Deep within the forbidden forest, at the very heart lay a clearing that was surrounded by a barricade of trees. These trees rivaled the trees of the redwood forest in height and in diameter except they did not exude aura of serenity…they exuded feelings of pain and anguish, hatred. These trees guarded the clearing with a fierceness that puzzled even the wisest of the centaurs; when the little foals asked their teachers, why they weren't allowed near the heart of the forest…the elders would sigh and shake their heads.
"The trees at the heart of this forest are even older than we; they far surpass even the oldest of creatures that dwell in this forest. No one knows what they protect with such ferocity, but we do know terrible things will happen if you go near them…" the elders would then sigh again and paw the ground before them anxiously, "Under no circumstances are you to go near them young ones…to imagine that what would happen, especially if what the trees protect are stronger than them in order to command such old beings." The elders would then shudder and close their eyes. As the young foals began to leave, the elders would snort and slowly turn to leave…
"Only the brave and the fools ever dare to enter the heart of the forest…and none have them have ever returned, human or centaur…none has ever come back."
The young foals would then giggle helplessly as the elders bore their weary eyes upon them before scampering off towards their parents. The parents would only smile wistfully in remembrance at the same warning that was told to them when they were young and push the young foals in the direction of their dwelling places…
What the trees were protecting…what they swore their lives to protect when they were the ents…stretched far beyond human capability, even that of the wisest of creatures that dwelled in the world. But the trees remained silent, they had to, for they were loyal to one master and one master only until his and the lady's passing. Because the ents were patient, as they had always been and always would be, in their immortal lives. Middle Earth has long been gone, the number of elves that once remained was dwindling, the dwarves remained hidden away deep within the mountains, the goblins had long since been banished to another realm, the dragons were no longer as strong and smart as they once were, and the fae remained hidden deep within their realm, never venturing out. All that remained of magic…were legends and folktales that were passed down from generation to generation. Magic was dying. The witches and wizards that once coexisted with the humans, no longer dwelled among them peacefully. They remained in a hidden community, as ideas of blood supremacy began to rise and change the world of magic in its entirety.
Magic…magic itself was in pain. Her children no longer listened to her, instead they forcibly tore the magic from her very being with every spell they cast, and with every spell they cast, they grew weaker as their life expectancy decreased. No longer did her children survive for thousands of years as they once did, no, the oldest wizard that lived only lived to six hundred and seventy five…with the help of the philosopher's stone. It was magic's form of revenge. However, magic was slowly dying…the world that was created was slowly fading away; she could not let this happen…and then she remembered.
Years ago, back when she was barely created…she remembered two strangers that tore through the fabric of space and time, she remembered two strangers that tore through the fabric of space and time, she remembered that the ents were protecting them. Magic was at loss…it was so long ago…wait…Hogwarts, the forest that surrounds Hogwarts, the forbidden forest; that is where the two strangers had gone.
Magic knew, she knew that it was the time…her chosen one needed guidance; not that bumbling old fool and his meddlesome ways, no someone stronger…someone out of this world. Yes, she would call upon the ones that lay asleep at the heart of the forbidden forest…they had been sleeping for far too long. Magic grinned to herself…before beginning to panic…information was needed; she needed all sorts of sources of information for the two strangers to learn about this world: both magic and normal.
Magic called upon an old friend of hers, the one and only wizard...mage that succeeded in gaining true immortality by merging his soul with her magic: Merlin.