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The Council of the First
Prologue

No light was cast down from the heavens this night to illuminate the proceedings at hand. Instead torches of black flame gave off light from the brackets on the columns surrounding the meeting area. It was a place that held no time, it had no beginning and it had always been. It was a simple circle stone floor stretching out twelve feet lined by black stone columns with black flame torches. In the centre was an alter made from obsidian, plain except for the runes carved into its sides. The whole place was nestled on a mountains summit no mortal eye had ever seen.

Out of blackness that shrouded the area three figures in black cloaks with their hoods up entered the ancient place. Like the meeting place they too had no time they had always been from the beginning they were known simply as the first ones, yet that title had lost its meaning or any knowledge in the mortal realms millennia ago. None had seen the other for nearly over thirty thousand years ago yet these immortal beings knew now was the time to meet. They had much business to discuss their world was failing, there time was past and if they didn't act soon magic would collapse.

As one they lowered their hoods and their faces betrayed their age, none looked over the age of forty yet that age was but a second in there long lives.

"It is time my brothers we must act, the world of magic is failing and with it everything we ever created." Said one of the figures to his counter parts his hair spilled down his back in black waves, his face was of the palest white and lips were blood red and his fangs glinting when he spoke this all but confirmed he was a vampire.

"The balance was broke long ago, and it was my people who did it, while my people have prospered both yours have suffered, and my people will be the doom of us all," said another of the figures his face was elegant the face of nobility high cheek bones and blue eyes his hair framed his face with such elegance that was lost to his people eons ago yet the power he emanated shouted one thing only he was a wizard.

"We must find the boy now and give him the title, my old friends, I weep with you for what has happened and i weep for what my people have become. It was not always so and once again it is the wizards who are to blame, they must fix this now," gone was the snarl that you would expect from this man's current people the only thing that resembled him to his people was his amber eyes that glowed in the night, while his people looked ragged and beat he looked like a regal king rough but handsome, he was werewolf.

All was said that needed to be said, the ancient dark beings knew what had to be done and they each parted from the place going their separate ways they knew their nest meeting would be soon it would also be there last before they finally left the plains of existence when finally they could relinquish their immortality.

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