Those who know my name, speak as if I am an ancient wizard reborn. Of course those who speak that way are utterly absurd. I am but a mere man who walks this lonely earth trying to find my purpose. That purpose of which I long for, shall only be obtained through the knowledge I can gather in the decades I shall live.
I was once told that magic is the key to all of life's mysteries. It controls the very life force of our souls, keeping the universe balanced. It has brought forth the dreams that we take for granted in our slumbers of the night. Without magic pumping through our veins, the taste of food and the breaths of air would never be the same.
Hence forth a new age of wizardry has risen. Darkness once again tries to wreak its havoc upon the innocent, of which have been protected for many centuries. Now as for their savior, it is unknown, but many shall attempt and fall with his fellow brethren. History tends to repeat itself, so from the ashes of the lonely phoenix, another wizard shall rise to save the ones who come to betray his very essence.
This in which I speak is only a mere prediction that I only assume will come true. From my name, I am thought to be powerful and almighty. However deep inside I am just as weak and useless than any other wizard that roams this fellow earth. This name I speak highly of is Merlin.
