Author's Note: This is more of a proulouge. I hope a certain person likes this.
Chronicle 1: A mage is born
The moon shined full and bright in the Twilight woods. The crickets chirped a low tone, and the moon casted shadows upon the ground. In a small shack you could hear small crys, they sounded as if from a small child.
They were in fact from a small child. A child had just been born to a pair of mages. One the queen of all magic; the other the king of all magic. They had relations, and given birth a child. This child was predicated to do great things, but something was wrong.
His power was low, he had little mana. This was usual for a child, but this was different he was exceptionally weak.
Inside the shack the queen held her baby. She looked down at him with a smile, yet the father starred down in disgust. He was angered with his child's predicated power. He was a weakling, and would only grow to be an average mage.
"My king please rethink this. He is young, and his powers can still develop. He may yet grow to be strong."
"No my queen. I fear he may be to weak for the coming darkness. We shall have to do this."
"But he is our baby boy, why should he have to go?"
"Because his power is needed. I have already reached my maximum potential. We need a brand new model, someone who can surpass my potential and this is the only way to ensure he can."
The queen sighed, and slowly placed the baby in his crib.
"Please change your mind."
"No I shall not our son shall be raised by him, he shall be able to train him past his true potential."
"Fine, but please let us keep him for a while, at least until he is 2."
The king looked down into his wives eyes, and sighed.
"Fine, but only until he is two. Melek must be sent away then; he must be trained by Raggedstar. He is the only one who can allow him to surpass his true potential."