The city was the most beautiful thing to ever be created with magic, the dome shaped shield kept everyone within the city safe from all threats both natural and not. The citizens lived here in comfort with the population consisting of mostly mages and their families. The constant shimmering golden light by day and a dark bluish at city had been built almost two hundred years ago but the magic dome had only been added within the last 20 years. Since the dome had been put in place the city was now able to withstand anything.
Instead of more common stone and wooden buildings that lay in the countryside, the buildings with the city were made of a special type of metal that reflected the current weather along with windows made of real glass. The lights that illuminated the streets better than any touch or mage light alone would be. The light was held within a small glass ball and turned on and off with the rising and setting of the sun, unlike mage lights that had to be turned off by a mage.
The most impressive part of the city was the tower in the middle. It stood hundreds of feet above the dwellings of the city below. On the roof of the tower stood what looked like a lighting rod where a soft glow from it. The source of the protective shield was rumored to live inside selflessly using their magic to protect the citizens.
Standing in front of a large window holding a glass of red wine a man stood dressed in a dark blue robe with gold trim. "Look at what we have done in just over twenty years." He said as he took a good swallow from his glass before turning to face the inside of the room. The room itself was rather plain looking. The only thing that stood out was a solid black obsidian carved in a circle. Magical runes were carved along the outside edge of the table in a spiral pattern until they reached the center. Carved within the center was a eight pointed star and at the point of each was the rune for each element. Save for two points that remained blank. The "lost" magic said to be practiced only once countless years ago.
Around the table stood thirteen chairs each made out of a wood that best channeled the elements of fire,water,earth and air. Each of the chairs save for one had someone seated in them. Everyone of them was dressed in a robe that bore the rune for the element that the mage had mastery over.
"Yes, who knew that using the rarest of the elements was what we were missing all along. Everything that we have achieved in the last few years is due to him, But I feel like we could do more if we could only get our hands on his opposing element, or even better a set that are the same age." One of the men said his blue green robe marked with a water rune embroidered just over his heart in silver. "Or even more then one pair."
"Unfortunately no one has reported anyone else with that kind of magic in close to ten years. What will happen if we never find anymore?" A woman dressed in a deep ruby red her robe bearing the rune for fire done in gold asked looking around the room.
"She raised a good question. We also don't know how this power is passed. Though I think with a little research we could find out how, who knows, we may be able to create a spell that can guarantee the power can be passed down the line. If you all get my drift." The water mage said in a thoughtful tone.
The group continued to talk about different ways to get darkness magic and possibly a light mage.
"I have an idea if we can just get it to work, what about the Fea? They are just full of magic and the Little Folk are easy enough to trap. The only problem with doing that it will take so many to achieve the same amount of magic we can get from a mage though." A man dressed in leafy green with the rune for earth done in brown.
"For now let's try to find more while we look at how that power is passed. I will send my most trusted to find more. I will also see if maybe they can find one of the Sidhe. They are said to be even stronger than any mage, and I know just who to send." The mage with the gold trim said.
In a small cottage deep in the woods.
The sound of fluttering wings filled the cottage, soft multicolored lights lit the rooms as what looked like simple chores were being done. Soft voice could also be heard as the owners of the wings quietly talked to each other.
"Sir, breakfast is ready," a small quiet voice said as a small humanoid figure with translucent dragonfly wings said as she landed on a young man with midnight black hair. He had tied around his eyes a strip of undyed cloth, he held his face in the light of the rising sun feeling the sun's rays on his face.
"Thank you for letting me know I will be in momentarily. We should also start preparing for a special guest sooner rather than later." The young man said as he followed the pixie through the door into the cottage he smiled and turned to face his right just shy of walking through the door. "Well looks like we should start looking for those books, Time will have to learn fast. Chaos already has a head start." Was all he said before walking in and closing the door.
"Cryptic as always my dear but you have never led anyone a stray I will start my search now." A woman from the shadows said before she turned in a hawk and took flight.