Part III

Part 3

In the Hall of the White Mage, the atmosphere was more feverish than other nights. It was on this night, that an alignment of the stars would unfold. For a brief moment in the eternity of the universe a historic event of mystical secrets would occur. The ancestor of man had appeared under this alignment in the sky. However, this night could turn into nightmare for humanity. This night could see the birth of a creature born from shadows and darkness, bore by a powerful heiress with no mercy! Fortunately, the White Mage has been watching, for decades now, for this alignment and the cosmic fissure that shake the very structure of everything known. With haste, this ageless magician was busy preparing the final touches on the potion, made through alchemy and knowledge, to destroy this scheme against the multiverse.

His eyes tight on these signs and symbols that gushed from his pen. This wise man whispered from his lips, the ancient dialects that only " Roche-aux-fées" experience. He knew that eons are eternal in every fiber of the components of life. It is at these levels, invisible to the eye, that this possible alteration of events that fate has sealed, might unbalance the essence of humanity.

These sidereal fissions were already apparent in the distant past when the elves came to the surface of Gaia. Thus, the negative cross-eons, the Black Elf Kin was engulfed in the bowels of the Earth-Nurse (Gaia) to alter forever the underground ramifications. It was then that the rule of Queen Arachnéida, the immortal "Black Widow," which still today vampirizes the celestial designs forces of its absolute power over the known universe. As she weaves her web, snapping every human weakness in order to learn all that she can that will aid her and ensure the ultimate victory over humanity.

Under a veil of silvery hair and a forehead full of wrinkles, the wise magician is dug. Beads of sweat ran down to his temples. Every fiber of his being is recomposed by the rhythm of secular syllables escaping his voice. This ritual altered its powers, increased tenfold, and its meaning to a level almost divine. Soon the master magician was back on the other side of the mirror.