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The Hydra and the Primus

Prelude

In the ancient ages of mankind, long before the written word or hieroglyph were haphazardly slapped against a wall with the bloodied hand of one with the mental fortitude for visual communication, history was passed only by word of mouth, becoming fables long forgotten and never uttered again. It was during this time that humans were ready to become the dominant species of this planet. It was their superior intellect and grasp for abstract ideas that rose them above the ferocious beasts that roamed the wilderness. Unfortunately, the environmental hazards and constant threats of being eaten kept them divided and afraid. In their dark, damp caves they dwelt, hoping the next sun rise would bring enough food and loved ones wouldn't die during the harvest. Their numbers remained few and those who survived learned that leaving their caves to learn of the world meant a gruesome death.

In the oral histories that followed this time it is said that Gaia, the great Goddess of all that is, looked down upon man's untapped potential and took great pity upon them. She chose from them a shaman woman who felt Gaia's existence within her soul and was the first of her true worshipers. Unto her, Gaia blessed her womb with twins. A vision of the Goddess appeared to the shaman that night delivering the message of her pregnancy and commanding she love and raise her children well, for they were to be the great leaders of mankind and so destined to lead the divided settlements toward unity and prosperity. They were prophesized to live for all time and would bring great change with the coming of every age.

Miraculously, only few days later, the shaman's belly began to show prominently and her contractions began. Tribes from near and far, who were delivered the message of the coming of their future leaders, came to bear witness to the birth. First to be born was a girl. The infant had the beginnings of curly brown hair. Her amber eyes looked up at her mother and she smiled, blessing the small cave with a giggle like the tinkling of small bells. She was passed around the cave for all to adore.

A fleeting feeling of happiness and hope was shared by those who gazed into her eyes, but the moment was broken with a harsh shriek from the shaman. Her sweaty skin paled as the second child's birth began. Her stomach bulged upward at awkward angles, and tiny hand shaped patterns could be seen pushing up from under her skin. The mother screamed and her eyes bulged, becoming bloodshot. Other women hurried to her side to try and sooth her pains, but whatever was going on inside her was not natural. With an audible popping noise, the second child broke its way through her stomach. The surrounding women stared in horror at the boy child, then at the dead mother whose entrails he sat in. He gazed back at them daringly, with a strange sense of knowing in his eyes. Eyes that understood what was going on. Eyes that knew what caused his mother's death and didn't care. Eyes that dared the onlookers to do something about it. A small growl rumbled from his throat as his eyes fell on the woman holding his sister. Hastily, she set the female child on the ground. With a strength far too mature for her age, she crawled toward her brother and he to her. A jagged trail of blood smeared the ground along his path to her. The two siblings huddled together, close the small fire that lit the cave. With a quick glance from the boy, the fire roared high and its heat quickly warmed the air around them. The people gazed on in fear and wonder at the sight.

This was the day magic was bestowed upon mankind by the Goddess, securing their future as the dominant species. The young girl, known in the old tongue as the Magus Primus, grew into a beautiful, compassionate woman who was full of love for every living creature. Her magics made life fruitful for her tribe and her innate knowledge of the earth and all its bounty was shared to all who had the passion to learn. The boy, known as The Hydra, became a fiery tempered man. He proved his strength when he captured and tamed a dragon, the most feared beast in the land. His powers were destructive and were only used to gain himself more power over others. Those who coveted his power followed him from land to land conquering all who opposed his rule. The Magus Primus, though she greatly loved her brother, could not stand aside and let him continue his reign of terror, for the fear and pain he inflicted onto his enemies was wrong in her eyes. She, along with her students, stood against him and a great battle that lasted many days and nights ensued. Once the war ended, both siblings had destroyed each other.

Though they died, their legacy lived on through those that followed their teachings. These became known as the light and dark arts of magic. More importantly, their prophesy lived on. Man remembered that one day in the future, the siblings would be reborn, ushering in a new age for mankind.

**Next chapter - we are introduced to a few characters in a plot line you may know very well.**