Prologue

July 19th, 501 AD

Somewhere in England, Brittania

Thunderous rain pelted the ground over the land while ash clouds blotted out the sky. Fires continued to rage around the nearby forest, bathing the castle ahead in an eerie glow.

Slowly amongst the smoke a shrouded figure emerged from the tree line towards the castle. Can't really call it much of a castle anymore the figure thought. A drawbridge that was unable to be drawn back, an empty moat, a non-existent portcullis and castle walls that looked more like a tattered and used blanket than any form of defence. He nevertheless continued to make his way deeper into the wreckage.

In the ruins of the structure was a round table in remarkably pristine condition. Made of a strange silver metal with a magnificent white dragon on top, it looked entirely out of place. However, it was not as out of place as the 6 figures surrounding it. In robes that seemed to absorb even the little light from the fires outside they gave off an inscrutable air.

As the figure from outside approached the table, he drew his hood back. In stark contrast to the dark cloak he wore, his hair was as white as fresh snow, wavy and pulled into a ponytail at the base of his spine. Amazingly, it reached down to the back of his knees but still managed to look immaculate. There was an inhuman beauty to him and paired with joyful amethyst eyes that never failed to captivate people he was unforgettable.

Eventually an individual from the table broke the silence "About time you showed up!" he grumbled. The figure was surprised he was the first to speak.

"Forgive my tardiness my friends. I had to make sure that there were no more signs of them" Thank the gods they're all gone. I don't want to imagine if there was another. He shuddered and saw the rest do the same

The tallest figure behind the table proceeded to take off his hood, revealing a very handsome man with fair skin, corn-silk blonde hair that fell across the back off his neck and cold lilac eyes. "I think we can all forgive a slight delay to make sure there are no more of those creatures on our land Lord Merlin" The eldest Peverell, Antioch, a Mage he thought to himself. Merlin could almost taste the disgust and rage when Antioch said the word creature. Wonder what he'd call me in that case he pondered.

Another proceeded to take off his hood. His hair almost seemed to blend into the cloak and displayed what Merlin had to reluctantly concede were features that were just as mesmerising as his. Not fair. I'm the inhuman one he childishly pouted. Skin as pale as ivory, sharp cheekbones that clearly marked him as nobility and violet eyes that seemed to see right through you. Ignotus Peverell, master enchanter, Grand Mage

"Thank you for your diligence Lord Merlin but let us get to the reason you have called us all here" The usual charm and patience that Ignotus was known for seemed to have waned he noted.

A third member also removed his hood, revealing a handsome face similar to the previous two with blonde hair but unlike them a pair of kind blue eyes were unveiled. "Calm yourself brother. We must follow traditions despite the unique circumstances we find ourselves in" Always about appearances as usual Cadmus as he rolled his eyes

The Peverell brothers still remained much of a mystery to him despite having spent the last year with them. But what little he had learned from them made him determined to keep them on side at all costs. In particular Ignotus. He glanced towards said person and was caught in those violet eyes that all had come to fear looking their way. Thankfully his very nature and his mental shields would defend him from his gaze.

Before anything could occur between him and his self-appointed rival an individual stepped forward and spoke. They had a slim figure although it was revealed why when they removed their hood. Similar to Ignotus this person's hair was an extreme shade of black but nestled above was a stunning diamond and emerald encrusted crown. With high cheekbones, pale milky skin and deep red lips she was a vision. But the most eye-catching feature was the iridescent emerald orbs that seemed to draw you in. A melodious voice echoed throughout the hall "Lords and Ladies, I am Morgana Le Fay. But I am also known as Her grace Morgan Pendragon, Princess of Brittania and sister to King Arthur. Like Merlin I am also a Grand Mage"

Despite the fact that they'd already known this and fought besides her, Merlin could tell they all took a moment to truly take the woman in and who she was. He saw her give him a quick smirk out the corner of his eye, as if to bask in her superiority, but he pretended like he hadn't noticed her. She'll start to pout in 3…2…1 and pout. Honestly this woman is so predictable. His train of thought was broken by the next figure unveiling themselves.

Silky smooth black hair pulled back into a topknot and without a single lock out of place he noted. Typical aristocratic features shined through on a handsome face with piercing grey eyes. "I am Lord Orion Black of the House Black, Lord of Wessex and I am currently a Mage" currently Merlin mused. An ambitious one he is. Before he could get side-tracked again the last figure took their hood off.

The first thing that Merlin noted about the last person was the untameable mess that was his hair. Dark as coal and contrasting with his tanned skin his aristocratic features gave him a young look. Serious cyan eyes however showed the maturity in the young wizard. "My lords, my ladies, your grace, I am Nicholas Potter and I too am a Mage. It has been an honour to fight and learn by your sides, thank you" A polite one. This young man will go far in life I have no doubt

Now the introductions were over his jovial features morphed into a serious expression causing the others to subconsciously straighten up and turn their attention towards him.

"Now all here knows what befell us and what we had to survive over the last year. Our towns and villages destroyed. Our farms razed. Our families murdered. Near helpless to stop those... abominations. But we did!" His voice rising with every sentence ending in a shout of triumph. The emotion and memories of the last year making him lose his legendary composure near the end.

He looked at each of them in the eyes, seeing their own anguish and rage mirrored in his own eyes. "We lost far too many of our people and we are in danger of being some of the last magicals in this land. We cannot allow ourselves to be in this position ever again" The very idea of his people going extinct sent a wave of horror and rage through him, causing his magic to leak past his impeccable control. He could tell they could feel it from their tense shoulders and the slight sheen of sweat on their brows. But that didn't matter. All that mattered to him was one thing.

"So, my fellow wizards and witches, how do we prepare for the next convergence?"