Prologue
It's been billions of years since I've last seen this world. The old man thought to himself as he opened his eyes. Yet it was true. He had seen the world last when the race of men was but a mere three thousand years old, when creatures roamed the earth that would not be seen these days. The beautiful and the ugly. The elves and the Orcs, the dwarves, the hobbits and the river folk. They had been gone for years upon years now.
The old man sat up and surveyed his surroundings. He was on an odd bench made out of a stone substance he was not familiar with. He appeared to be in some sort of forest with a path made out of stone winding through the trees.
He stood up and stepped on to the path. He looked down it with curious eyes. Where was he?
He looked at his outfit and was even more curious. He was dressed in some sort of white two piece outfit. With white pants and a white shirt under a white vest. He missed his old cloak. His staff was leaning against the bench. He smiled at the comforting familiar sight. He picked it up and held it in his hand. He could feel the power pulsing through the ancient staff like a heartbeat.
"You must be confused old friend" Came a voice from behind. "Gandalf, we've brought you back for a reason."
Gandalf turned around to see another familiar sight. The old White wizard Saruman.
"Saruman" Gandalf said clenching his teeth. He raised his staff, pointing it at the other wizard ready to fire.
"Gandalf. It's okay Gandalf, I'm not here to harm anyone."
"The last time I saw you, you had me trapped at the top of isengaurd and tried to seduce me with the powers of the dark. I have full reason to be on my guard."
"Gandalf. Listen you are here for a reason, as am I."
"What could that possibly be Saruman"
"When you died many years ago. The powers that be brought you back to help the hobbits with their mission. They have returned you again once more from your grave to help yet another."
"Then what are you doing here."
"I am merely the messenger here Gandalf."
Gandalf lowered his staff. "And what is this message?"
"Magic, dear Gandalf, it's coming back into this world. The way it did in the first age. There's a boy, you must find him, and help him learn how to be what he is."
"and what is he?"
"A wizard."
"That's impossible."
"As I said Gandalf, magic is coming back. I've also received word that the elves have finally decided to return to the main land. Your job is to train the boy, ease him in to this. He is the first mystical being to come into existence in Millennia."
"And then what."
"Then you return to where you were before."
Saruman turned around and began to walk away down the path.
"Saruman wait" Called Gandalf. "Who is the boy."
"His name is Richard. He is the red wizard."
Saruman continued his walk then he began to fade into nothingness as if weren't truly there.
Magic is back. How can that be? thought Gandalf.
He began to walk along the stone path following where Saruman had been headed.
His path eventually came to an end. He looked up at the large building in front of him. It was immense. Twice the size of Isengaurd made entire out of metal and glass.
There were more structures like this he noticed making up a sky line. It took his breath away.
A man walked by in an odd form of attire that featured a button up shirt with a peculiar striped pattern on it and odd blue pants. He wore his hair short, Gandalf thought it made the man look ridiculous.
"Excuse me young man. Where am I?" he asked the fellow.
The boy responded in a disrespectful voice "Grandpa. You're in New York."
"Oh." Gandalf said. "And where is that."
The man rolled his eyes at Gandalf and walked off.