Journey of the Mage

"Nothing is born and with nothing something was born. An indescribable force of power, life, and everything. It is a fundamental element that created the foundation of this world which became known as "Magic." In the next millions of years magic paved the way in starting life, creating beings who have connection to this source of power thus creating Azers.

The Azers being the closest connected to the source of magic, sought for balance and decided to bestow the ability to use magic to the humans who were oppressed and enslaved by other powerful races.

They were the weakest of the races born with the lack of innate ability to use magic and after given the ability to use magic there was a change in humanity mindset. It may be because they were oppressed for so long but by the time the Azers realized the change it was too late. With their new found ability to possess magic they set out to conquer the Averoth. The Azers were forced to attack back starting the war between the humans and Azers begun. Lasting eons, the war finally ended but was known as The Age of Darkness.

In those desperate time between the human and Azers. Humanity turned to other beings of Averoth, the beast-men and... the demons. With the strength of humanity, the beast-men and demon race pushed the Azers back to a corner.. leading into the age we live in now the Age of Light where humans stand on top alongside the beast-man and the demons.." As the elderly person finishes telling the origin of Averoth closing a journal that looks as if it's been through hell and back with his aged hands. His eyes flashes with a mixture of unresolved resolution and disappointment that caused the land to weep.

"Then are we the bad guys?" Ask a young boy of the age of 6, with black hair, eye of blue filled with curiosity and wonder. He looks feeble for his age, a weak child.

The elder looks at the child by his side

"No, the humans aren't at fault they were oppressed for so long and the power given to them caused something unforeseen even the Azers couldn't predict."

"Then where did the Azers go?"

"They left this world child, they gave up on it and the beings of it. They were unable to do anything to return the balance. Now the humans dominate half the world"

"But child it is not all bad there is hope and creating a world of peace" he looks at the child full of affection.

"There is hope" says the child, who eyes seem to flash golden just for a mere second, just a mere second.