Conspiracies in the dark.
Believers in the light.
The winner will have a true heart,
and his followers will help the fight.

The middle of the sun is in the middle of immortal fire.
While the judgment is on the divine lyre.
The left is hidden beneath,
while it lies in wisdom's reach

The lunar head is on the scale,
where royal judgment always prevails.
The staff of white is in the dark,
where black and white fall apart

So ends the tale of this prophecy,
Which is from Archmage number three.

Gourd the silver haired Archmage read this scroll that Dom had given to him before he face the man in red, Dramza. Both of his kids were now in his custody. He was deciding whether or not to teach them the art magic.

The sun was rising and he knew they must keep moving.

IT had been three days since his father died. He didn't sleep but was forced to eat to give off the impression that he was fine. He wanted to do something. He wanted revenge. He wanted to become stronger.

"Cyrus." Gourd said as he knelt above Cyrus turned back.

"Your sister is asleep and I'm sure you have a lot of questions that I will try to answer." Gourd said as Cyrus turned to stare at him.

"Gourd I wanna know why my father is dead! Why would someone wanna kill a common gypsy?" Cyrus was on the verge of sobbing and they both knew he never cried unless he was really hurt inside.

"Quite right Cyrus. First your dad is not a gypsy but a seer." Gourd let that sink into Cyrus' mind before he said more.

"And your last name is not Farsc but Kirkwood." Gourd was smoking his pipe looking contemplatively at the dawned sky.

"Gourd that would mean that our family was-."

"Yes that your family is from a strong line of wizards that fought against the usurper King Auron." Gourd said while packing various objects they laid out the night before.

"So the king found out that part of our family was still alive and sent that man in red to kill us. Who is this man Gourd?" Cyrus asked now packing up his sheets and getting out dried meat for breakfast on the go.

"His name is Dramza and he is a sorcerer." Gourd said wearily.

"Gourd. A sorcerer? But you said the all died out in the war of souls." Cyrus said looking puzzled. He put his sleeping sister in the back of the wagon and getting up next to Gourd who had the reins.

"Forward!" He commanded to the horses. "I did say that, but your father did not want you to be aware of the magical world around you."

"Why? Magic could help us." Cyrus said impatiently.

"Because he did not want you to follow the path he had to." Gourd said now staring seriously at Cyrus before staring back at the road.

"He did not want you life to be on the run all the time." He said now making the horses go faster.

"Will you teach me?" Cyrus asked looking hopefully and longingly at Gourd.

Gourd stared at Cyrus for a second. He then put an enchantment on the reins so the horses wouldn't follow off path.

"I will only teach you if you promise me one thing." Gourd said now staring at Cyrus more serious than ever.

"And what would that be?" Cyrus said trying to match the serious stare.

"That if I show you the ways of magic that you do not use it to get rich or famous but to help the resistance against King Auron." Gourd said.

"Agreed." Cyrus said almost immediately holding out his hand to shake Gourd's.

Gourd looked at the hand confused. Then he held out his hand a shook Cyrus' hand in a not so sure gesture. "Quite right my dear boy." He said now taking the reins of the horses.

"What are we going to do with Sar? She is not old enough to keep up." Cyrus said looking at Sar in the back of the wagon, snoozing and not knowing her that her father was dead.

"Well I think we should take her to the isle of Errembar." Gourd said now looking a little old at Cyrus. He looked very pensive, almost as if a big weight were now laid upon his shoulders.

"Gourd are you alright?" Cyrus asked looking a little frightened. He knew Gourd was a very important person in the magic community. He also knew that Gourd despised the empire, for they had murdered his wife and two kids for information on…on where the last powerful line of mages were, the Kirkwoods.

"Gourd! You died and risked your whole family to protect us. Why?" Cyrus said now looking at Gourd in a new perspective of sadness and pity.

"Cyrus, did I ever tell you about the great Sun crown and the moon staff that our old king of light had?" Gourd said now looking a little interested in how well Cyrus paid attention with his stories.

"Yea. The old king was told by a seer that he would be slaughtered that night and to save the kingdom of a worse king than King Auron is right now. The Crown was split into three parts and hidden away, while the staff was split in two and also hidden so that the king could never really rule Ion." Cyrus stated this as if it was branded into the front part of his forehead. Gourd was glad to see that the boy was so eager to learn about magic.

"The isle of Errembar is called the isle of magic. Do you know why?" Gourd asking now leading the wagon into a forest heading north.

"Because the is a secret school you spoke of the was sacked by the Gorod Pirates." Cyrus said now looking at Gourd for another surprise.

"What if the school was made to seem sacked, but the truth is that is was never even found by the Gorod pirates?" Gourd said looking at Cyrus now with a grin on his face.

Cyrus now understood what this could mean for him.

Suddenly a loud woman screaming was heard from deep within the forest.