Prologue
Journal of Baelin Castellus—534—battle of Mt. Havok
The demons have finally taken Mt. havok. After weeks of endless
attacks, our men have failed to defend the last barrier between the demons and
our country. We are tired, cold, wet, and most of all home sick. Just to think
three weeks ago 4000 men were heading home, their heads held high, and triumphant
over their victory at Fort Draconus. Now only 50 or so remain and they are
fighting to the bitter end just feet from my tent. When I finish this entry, I
will run outside and destroy as many demons as I can before I am killed, after
all, the more demons I kill now the less the country will have to face later.
If this document is ever discovered at any point in time, give it to my family.
They should reside In Oakwinden.
I am proud to have served in the Imperial militia and to have defended
my country. I hope the country and more importantly the capital, are ready for
the invasion. I hope that the country will survive this threat as they always
have. Most of all I hope my family can get out alive before it’s too late.
50 years later—Port
Almira
I was in a market
stall when I found the book, just an average market, it was a routine trip to
the market arranged by my master. I was a wizard in training. A special kind of
wizard, a wand maker. I’ve heard the stories from my master. He used to be a
mage guard. He would hunt down all kinds of monsters and magical law breakers.
But since then he’s gotten older and was asked to take on an apprentice. I’m
not sure how he suddenly changed from mage guard to wand master but it was
something I never asked him. We were at that market for a specific wand
element. Something called a blue moonstone. But as I was passing by a certain
book caught my eye. The cover read Journal
of Baelin Castellus, I quickly flipped to the back where I read the page.
It was a journal of a soldier in the Imperial militia who had fought the final
battle at Mount Havok. I was told the stories as a child, the stories of the Great
War between the demons at Iron forge
and the men in the empire. The demons tore through villages, towns, and even
cities, but they were eventually driven back by a united army from every city.
But what interested me more was the
last name Castellus. That was my mams
last name before she got married to my father. The war was about 50 years ago
so Baelin may be my grandfather. I wanted to find out more but suddenly my
master called me. I walked over to him and he held a gem out to my face.
“This is what we
were after lad, a blue moonstone. This is the rarest kind of space gem stone,
other than the void stone.”
I knew the list in order as it was near the
end of my first year of apprenticeship. It went like this in order by rarity
Moonstone, Eclipse crystal, (lunar and solar) Sun stone, equinox jewel, red sun
stone, black hole gem, blue moon and then void stone. The stone was small and
smooth, it was white with a hint of blue and I could almost feel the power
inside it. I knew how special this was to my master but it was even more
special to me. I was going to use this stone to make my own wand. A wand of
great power and strength no doubt. Up until now I’ve been using practice wands
designed for apprentices. But my master thought I was ready for my own wand now
and I was very happy to use such a rare stone for my own wand. After that we
left the market, and headed home.
Our house was of on the outskirts of Oakwinden,
one of the cities in our empire. Our house is cloaked with powerful magic so
only very powerful wizards can see it. We hung our cloaks on the coatrack and
headed straight downstairs to the wand workshop. My master sat down in his
chair at the table and placed the stone in the center. I sat down across from
him in the only other chair at the table.
“Well, you know how it’s done, get to work.” My master said.
“I can’t make a wand on my own!” I said.
“Why not?” He said.
I sat in the chair thinking and then got to work. I chose black oak for
the wood and moon light essence for the core. I carved the wood thin and smooth
like the stone, just as my master taught me. I used every skill I had learned
to enhance the power. When the frame was done, I put the moonstone into the
base and twisted it to keep it sturdy. I
felt energy surge through my fingers, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
I looked the wand over in my hand, studying it for imperfections that could
cause problems later. I’d learned from my master that if the wood didn’t flow
the wand would crack and explode, or if the stone wasn’t on tight, the stone
would shoot off into the wizard’s chest, and if unlucky, you could die. Up
close there were no cracks so I looked through my master’s magnifying glass.
Still no cracks. It was time to try it out. I walked into the practice room
next to the workshop and flicked the wand. A standard bolt of the wand’s chosen
magical energy shot out hitting the target. I winced, expecting an explosion or
flash of light but none came. I flicked the wand again firing another bolt of
moonlight. It hit the target with a crack, splintering the wood into several
burnt black pieces. I quickly ran to my master, to show him my creation. I
burst through his study door-
“Master,” I said “I’ve finished.”
“You forgot to knock.” He said, sounding mad.
“Sorry, I just…” I said, trailing off.
“Bring it to me,” he said. I handed my new wand to him. He looked it
over in his hand, examining it closely. There was a long silence, and I was anxious
so I said,
“What do you think?”
“Did you try it out?” He asked, not answering my question.
“Yes” I replied
“Was there any problems?”
“No” I said.
“I think you’ve done very well. There’s a lot of power in that one no
doubt. This marks the end of your first year of apprenticeship and you move to
your second year.” I smiled.
“But along with your new status in the magic world comes new responsibilities.
I will trust you with greater tasks and you will begin to make wands on a
weekly basis, you will learn new topics and master new skills and techniques
for making wands but the main topic of this year is wizard history. Get your
notebook out lad, your first lesson begins now. Our first topic is a wizard
named Baelin Castellus.” I thought about the journal at the market. It was
Baelin’s journal
“He was a wizard who chose to hide his talent and identity, he joined
the imperial militia and died defending Mt. Havok from the demons in ironforge.
He was very powerful but at the time, wizards were exiled and magic use was
banned.”
Why?” I asked
“Because wizards had too much power, the king didn’t like anyone except
him to have a lot of power and the arch mage was extremely powerful.”
“What’s the arch mage?” I asked
“Like the kingdom, the mages had their own government. The arch mage
was the king of the mages. Wizards have only been out of exile for 20 years. I
was alive and working magic at the beginning and the end of the exile. But it
only lasted for 10 years. Then, the king died and his son took the throne, His
son was a mage, so naturally he abolished the exile and use of magic was once
again legal. But in that time, many wizards, including the arch mage were
killed by the king’s soldiers. It has, and is, going to take a long time for
the mage community to recover. The new king, the current king not only took the
throne of arch mage but constructed an arcane university where young wizards
can learn to harness their power. The new king also created the mageguard, a
secret organization of wizards to protect and maintain magical peace and order.
I was one of the few that were selected. But many people still viewed magic as
wrong and Baelin was ashamed of his talent, so he chose to hide it and fight
for the kingdom rather than for the more powerful mage community, and that was
his fatal mistake. He couldn’t control or use his power, so in his final moments,
he decided to unleash his power on the demon army and he barely killed ten of
them before he exploded from over exertion.”
I was stunned.
“You can explode from using too much magic?” I asked, sounding surprised
“Sure you can, why do you think today was your first day making a wand?
Because the little tingle you felt in your fingers was your life force going
into the wand. If you were unprepared you could fall into a coma or die from using
a powerful stone like that.” He said, pointing to my wand. I hadn’t realized it
but I did feel a little tired.
“Can we go back to the
market?” I asked.
“Why?” asked my master.
“I want to look for....something.”
