It wasn�t long ago when the past first started to appear in my dreams. They just began as images, which would quickly pass before my eyes, in no specific order. After countless numbers of those images, I�d wake up with sweat-drenched pillows and entangled bed coverings as indication to a restless night sleep. Night after night with the same dream that invaded my sleep for many months, I finally was able to sit down and attempt to decipher the meaning to these dreams. With much more concentration and self-control I was able to isolate individual images in my dreams and distinguished them to be images from the past. From the time just before the great catastrophe in which a powerful council of men and Xen, the beings of magic, challenged the gods for their own spot as gods in the heavens and lost the battle. As punishment the gods stripped the race of men of their lush green lands and prosperous farmlands, thus almost ending the existence of man (though man continues to persevere, surviving like cockroaches). To the Xen whom live off the magic of the world, they rid the world of all magic, clerical and arcane. The Xen soon then died off, for the very life sustaining resource that had always kept them alive had left the world was now no longer around (at least not in large quantities anymore). Some magic was left on the world, mainly captured by my ancestors in magic containment jars. With these, my family was the only possessors of magic left on the entire planet and thus we were able to avoid the death appointed to us by the gods. I like to think of these containers of magic to be basically instant magic, just enough so that we may cast one final spell if needed. Over eight-hundred years ago this tragedy did happen and in that time the world became almost totally a barren waste land except for the ancient and legendary Elven forests and the great mountains of the Dwarves. For both knew that it was a foolish endeavor to challenge the gods so they were spared from the terrible curse. Here I stand, last of the Magi on this planet, the ancient magic�s passed down to me from one generation to the next. But after having these dreams, I know what I must do now, my objective, is to save the past and shape a better future. My name is Darkin, I have no last name, and I am prepared to sacrifice everything so I may alter the past so that no one would suffer the current future as the people already have. I hold the key to saving the past, the last remnants of magic in the world would be use to save Valdagarth�
~Darkin~
(Written in the diary of Darkin days before he cast the spell of time travel)