Moments after Prince, Twinkles, and Wolf left the Goose Lady's office; the Red Queens' security detail began a search of the grounds. They found Fritzy and nothing more. All traces of Cindy were gone. The Goose Lady talk them nothing, just simply sat meditating.

Two hours after arriving at her residence all but a few of the security officers had left, leaving Mary to herself. The old blind woman feeling that she was finally alone rose from her sitting position. She confidently walked over to the far wall in her office and touched a hanging picture. The wall silently slid back revealing a desk, hidden within Mary's office. She walked over and sat down, pulled open the top right hand drawer and took out a stack of blank papers and a pen. She immediately began writing as the wall closed itself, sealing herself in the darkness of secrecy.

The visions are becoming more frequent. I am no longer only seeing the future we will live, but the history of everything. I have learned of things I could never imagine. There is so much we don't understand or have simply forgotten. The most important of which is the magik that flows within all of us.

Before He created everything there was only darkness and chaos. This Great Wizard used the magiks to create balance within the chaos, to make order. There is no pleasure without pain, or light without darkness, no life without death. He created the first Sun to bring light to the darkness. He placed planets on specific courses to circle these 'sons' of His. Then he placed moons to circle certain planets. Eventually he was finished and his great Celestial machine was complete.

He built this machine, that man has named the universe, for one sole reason, to absorb and channel His magiks. In essence, it would double His power until it made Him powerful enough to create life.

His first creations have been dubbed angels, but are nothing more than janitors. Their reason for creating, the reason they were created perfect, never having to experience death or freewill is so they would keep His Celestial machine working. Those that man tell tales of falling and creating hell, simply dwell within Suns and stroke the fires to bring power to the machine, like a furnace.

He then created man in His image to disperse the power he now possessed. Within the first man, He blew the breath of life into him and created his soul. He gave man a small piece of Himself so that man, as a whole, would become, in time, able to ascend to the 'Godhood' that he was then at. He was no longer a living entity, but the essence of the human soul.

On each planet, He created their was a focal point for His magiks, so that when man rose to a higher understanding of things, they would be able to create their own machines and be as He was. The focal point on this planet is this city. Throughout time, this city has appeared and reappeared in different places, the constant movements of the people on the planet determine where the city shall manifest. When man was first created, this city was the Paradise he lived in. It then became ancient Babylon, and then rose again in Ancient Greece as Atlantis. It rose during the Dark Ages in Europe, as the home of Arthur, the legendary Camelot. It was hidden within Central America when Columbus heard tales of a City of Gold that held a Fountain of Youth. In the early half of the colonization of North America by Europeans, the city had manifested here and has stayed in this spot for the longest amount of time.

Each new manifestation of the city causes a complete loss of memory for the citizens here. All stories that man tells of fantasy, or of Heaven are products of this city. The very existence of the city is kept from man by the nature of His essence. Man is unable to see his own soul and therefore unable to see the magiks all around the city, essentially making the city invisible. Only a certain few of mankind are able to see within the magiks into the city. These glimpses are usually during dreams and these people are mostly writers and artist and children. The foundation of this city, as well as of the magiks of any kind, are created out of imagination.

He had created life and in doing so also death. The balance He created needed to be kept, but even death serves a purpose. His essence, the human soul, upon the death of the one carrying it would join the rest of magik gathered at the planet's focal point, this city. During times of crisis the increases in the loss of life would make those able to control the magiks become more powerful and eventually put a halt to whatever the problem was.

Over the years, there have been those who have been capable to control the magiks and tried helping man. The most famous of which man had assumed to be the son of God. Christ tried doing something none before him had tried, to teach man of the magiks. He was crucified for doing so. Those that have displayed any type of magik had been hunted and hated. Witches, demons, monsters, vampires, the names are many and some very deserving.

Even the blackest of magik comes from Him. All destruction is necessary for the ability to create. Even though man could not comprehend the power within magik, He gave them their own form of magik, the sciences of the universe was His gift to mankind. Man has learned his lessons better than us. Man's control over science is almost magical in itself, while the number of those who show any control over the magiks seems to be weakening.

Years ago, there was a war. One who was given limited control of magik used it to convince an entire human nation to try and wipe out an entire race of people for apparently no real reason. This man spoke of a superior race that would lead the Earth. Man thought he was talking of Aryans. In truth, he wished to kill millions of humans to increase the strength of the magiks on this planet. The evil little man was seemingly working with another who had at that point been a powerful mage in this city. The mage had lived for such a long time and was slowly becoming insane. He was known as the magician Merlin, he is no longer a threat, he died shortly after the war. He was my father.

It looked in the beginning that the two might succeed and what there true intent was, has never been known to anyone but me. Some say it was Merlin's revenge against mankind for killing the mage called Christ. My father was not an evil man. He wanted to recreate this world into something better. It was his goal. I think due to his health starting to fail him, he knew his time left was short and wanted to change the world by any means. Which is why he asked that evil man for help. Eventually, both the mage and that small evil man were defeated with man's science. It was the first sign to anyone that the magiks of science could even be comparable to magik itself.

I fear that the conflict that I have warned of has all to do with these visions. That the gathering forces will wish to attack man. To cause more death than at any other time during man's history, making the magiks stronger then it has ever been. I fear for all of us.

Mary lays down the pen she was writing with and slowly massages her small, frail hands. She knows that the coming conflict could be the end of everything, but must wonder if that is actually a bad thing. She can see how those gathering could see what they are doing as the right thing to do. She is more afraid that she is becoming capable of seeing life through the eyes of evil people more than anything.

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Inside the private office of the Red Queen, sitting behind a massive and expensively decorated desk, the Red Queen sits reading everything Mary has spent the last hour writing. Mary's secret office isn't a secret to the Red Queen, her pen had once been taken and replaced with one that would write in two places. Everything Mary wrote down showed on her paper, as well as papers in the Red Queen's office.

The Red Queen finished reading and simply sat smiling. "Things are about to get a whole lot more interesting around here, real soon." Red Queen said as she rose and walked from her office.

To be continued…

Author's Notes-

Hey peoples, I think this qualifies as the weirdest chapter that I've written. Hitler and Merlin working together, wow. So before anyone starts asking about me making Hitler a semi, almost-good guy, I'll just say that what he did was wrong. Neither do I agree with the whole killing Christ thing though. I've got no problem with anyone. What he did was way wrong and in no way was it called for, but name a better bad guy than Hitler, he's like a modern day boogie-man. In real life even. Anyway, now that I'm done explaining myself, I hope everyone enjoys this story and I think this is the last time I mention Hitler. Santa Claus is next on my list. Hope it stays up to your expectations.