Prologue to Born to Reign
The air was full of excitement. All the gods where celebrating the end of a dark era. Hades, as usual, tried to take over- he almost succeeded, until the gods broke free of their imprisonment and banned him from ever stepping out of his world- prison as he called it.
"Did you see how I was the first to break free?" bragged on Ares.
"Only because I came up with an idea," Athena corrected him.
"Now, now, don't you two start,"said Artemis.
"I wouldn't be celebrating so soon," came a low chilly voice. The excitement was drained into an awkward silence. Everyone looked to where the voice came from. The silence was broken by the tapping of a woman's shoes, as she emerged from the shadow of the corner. Her face was hidden by the long hood of her cloak; only her purple eyes were visible.
In her hand she held a purple rod with a clear crystal at the very top. The gods instantly knew who she was; The Magician of Fates.
"Why shouldn't we celebrate? We just regained order among the earth by stopping Hades," asked Zeus, a hint of what sounded like anger could be clearly heard in his voice. "The worst has yet to come....." her voice disappeared along with herself. The joy that glinted in their eyes was now completly taken over by puzzlement.
"I think the old Magician has lost her touch, what could possibly be worst than what has alrady happened?" Apollo asked, even though he knew she was right.
"You're about to find out," murmured the Dark Magician, as he enjoyed himself watching the sad, confused, worried faces of each and every god or goddess. "I finally hold the one thing in my hand that could change all of your pathetic plans of peace and happiness, how disgusting." A twisted smile filled his thin, bony, pale face.
"Salmodia cambista," he chanted very low. A black quill floated in the air, under it was an old huge night-blue scroll. The quill started scribbling words on a part of it that was blank.
"The end has come for all that is pure, for I, The Dark Magician will reign over the cosmos!" a high cold laugh followed this.
The clear blue sky was slowly turning dark as more clouds of lighting covered the sky. The heavens of the gods were affected too, as they themselves were turning into lifeless, mindless, zombies.
"What's going on!?" cried the voices from people on earth and other planets.
"The end of you is what," said the evil voice of The Dark Magician.
"Shows how much you know, wait 'til the gods get a hold of you !" said a confident voice that belonged to one of the local villagers, while others seemed to be very frightened. The evil laughter of the Magician could be heard miles away. Beams of light shot down from the sky. What appeared in them were the controlled gods. Those who saw this screamed in fear.
"Now my little puppets, destroy them all who don't obey my commmands! And while you're at it, destroy everything in your paths!" His laughter could be heard once again.
What seemed impossible has just been done, evil has finally won.........for now.
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