Prologue
Before our calendar began, our world was run by three mischievous spirits Herris, Pisea, and Finyr. They would terrorize man, beast and fey creatures alike. On one fateful eve, the most powerful spirit ever known, Abatreous, put a stop to their evil and tore the magical energy from their souls, leaving them defenseless. To punish them for their actions, he melted their bodies with those of beasts and cast them to live among men.
The magical energy was divided up on the earth. Half of each spirit's energy was pressed into a crystal, each being gifted to a family trusted to protect it. The crystal of Herris was given to a family of nobles, know for their prowess in battle. The gem of Pisea was gifted to the ruling family, for their tall castle walls and numerous guards would surely protect the precious stone. And the third jewel was given to the poorest and weakest family in the land, for nobody would suspect them to have great power.
"Where did the rest of it go?" A small voice inquired.
A calm soft voice replied. "Good question, Ari. The rest of the magic was dispersed to the rest of the people. That's where regular mages come from. The magic that floats in the air chooses them to gift."
"Do those three families still have the magic?"
"Of course they do. Where else would it go?" The mother held her daughter to her chest and rocked her to sleep.