A/n. A stressful time calls for a new story, hope you enjoy! :P
Prologue
When we are judging everything, we are learning nothing. ~ Steve Maraboli
They all judge. They all judge, but nobody sees. Nobody sees the pain, the suffering, the sorrow. Even after thousands and thousands of years, still, he mourns the loss of his king.
He saw battles and wars, experienced love, and loss. He watched the rise and fall of kingdoms. He witnessed life and death, but none was so apparent than the loss of his king.
Lands changed. The world moved and warped by volcanoes and earthquakes. The world shaped and formed by glaciers and oceans. But one thing did not. He never aged, he never changed, and he never forgot the loss of his king.
But from all this pain and sorrow, from all the change he saw in the world, one good came of this. This man, who saw and lost so much, did one thing in his long, inescapable life; he learnt.
He learnt languages, cultures and science, but the knowledge he expanded the most was that of his magic. He travelled and explored, searching for new and exciting forms of magic, waiting and expecting the return of his king.