The story of a certain magician...

I walked through a dark forest, heading for the gloomy city of Thais. I was already quite old, but still powerful. I had lived for about five of your Earth years and had lived more than many a Knight or Paladin. Thais was once a magnificent city. It was bustling with life, beautiful elves strolling the streets... I miss those days when I was young. My name is Glorofindell, and I am one of the most powerful mages in history. I'll explain why I'm the most powerful in a moment. I began my adventure on an island called Rookgard. I set out on my first hunts with a bloody club and a sheepskin jacket. I held torches in one hand. I wandered through the city and entered the sewers. I defeated a rat, and I was so proud of myself. I continued along the corridor, my emotions running high, when I saw something extraordinary. In the blinding light, I saw a figure levitating in mid-air. I was very curious about the world then, so I moved forward boldly. I entered a circle of light, and voices spoke in my head. "Yes, this is you. Your destiny is to become a magician, you will be very powerful... you are the chosen one." I thought, "Yeah... I was the chosen one, I barely killed a rat, and on top of that, that sheepskin, eh..." But the voice continued, "You were created for great purposes, you must save..." And then the knight entered, and the conversation abruptly ended. Now he is one of the most powerful Knights. He had probably received a fraction of the power that was here. Ignoring this event, I moved on, bravely fighting rats, orcs, and wolves. When I had enough experience, I could go to the Oracle. Some said that meeting the Oracle was very amazing and exciting. I went to the library and up the stairs. The view was breathtaking; I had never seen anything so beautiful. I gathered my courage and walked closer.

"Welcome," I said with a trembling voice

. "Come closer, I wish to see you," the oracle replied in an almost singsong voice.

I approached warily. She regarded me for a few moments, a look of unease evident on her face. After a moment, she returned to herself and replied.

"You will become a mage. I will assign you to the City of Thais. There you will live with a beautiful wife, and a powerful son will be born to you. You do not yet know what you were created for, my dear Glorofindell."

Then a blinding flash of lightning struck, and I found myself on the streets of a large city. Her last sentence was still on my lips. I quickly forgot about it and went exploring the world. I spent a whole year perfecting my magic and combat skills. I knew a great many spells, my specialty being Magnificent Fireballs. I was quite wealthy, so I finally bought myself a beautiful cottage. It was built next to a blue lake. I kept all my belongings inside. I was tired of those mailboxes. I had three rooms. One was a guest room, the other a storage room, and the third was a living room with a large bed I loved to sleep in. But I was missing someone, a kindred spirit. I always walked alone, fought alone. At first, I said it was even better, but now I know how much I miss it. Early in the morning, I went to the cave on Edron. I was walking through the dark cave, "Utevo Gran Lux," I shouted! It was like any other day, I was supposed to go hunting for Dragons and Giant Spiders. In the distance, I saw a dragon and quickened my pace. I noticed a dragon wreaking havoc with fire and attacking someone. I realized someone was there and was about to retreat, but a voice came from the distance:

"Help!!!

" Without thinking, I charged at the dragon. "Exevo Mort Hur!" It didn't work. At that moment, I shouted the most powerful spell I knew. I very rarely use it, but I had to help this person.

"Exevo Gran Mas Vis!"

Only dust remained, and at my feet lay the body of a fallen dragon. Barely alive, she approached me and said a word I'd never heard anyone say.

"Thank you..."

"What were you doing here alone? It's a very dangerous place. I'd better see you out."

We talked the whole way, and believe me, it was a very long one. Her name was Arwen. She was a very kind and pleasant person. And she was beautiful. After almost a month of knowing each other, we became very close. We were engaged for almost three years. Then the day came, and we got married. It was wonderful, I was very happy. Even the knight who had interrupted my parade was at the wedding. We were a happy family. One morning, she left without saying where. As I was walking near the desert, I saw her dying. Before she died, she told me we had a son and he had stayed with Gloin at home. She was barely alive. She had had a fierce encounter with a horde of orcs, dragons, and Bohemoths. As I held her on my shoulder, all the moments I had spent with her flashed through my mind.

"I love you, Glori..."

"I love you," I replied, my eyes brimming with tears.

She's dead. She's gone from this world and I'll never see her again. My anger knew no bounds!! I gathered all the runes, spells, and best wands from the house! I set out alone against the horde of orcs and dragons. Along the way, I met that brave knight, who also followed me. Paladins, druids, and other knights joined me along the way.

WE WILL HELP YOU!!!

"Why are you doing this? I don't even know you!" Why are you helping me!?

The largest and strongest of the Paladins stepped forward.

"You're mistaken. We all know you very well. You were our role model, a hero! You probably didn't notice, but everyone looked at you with admiration as you improved. You were our tiny little hope in this cruel and evil world! And now we're not to help you! We will march with you and avenge the death of Arwen! Most noble of the Elves! WE ARE GOING!"

A muffled cry rang out from the troops, and everyone charged into battle. We marched through fields, forests, and even deserts. Evil was getting closer; we could feel it! We spent the night in camp for a day and sent a message. Logically, someone was surely behind this. Someone powerful, since they had allied themselves with so many monsters who had previously only defended their territories. After two days of waiting, a half-dead scout reached us with the message.

"...The hosts of enemies are close, destroying everything and everyone. Morgoth is behind this wicked plan!"

I should have expected this. He's very powerful, and I didn't like him from the start. Those sinister eyes of his concealed some mysterious plan. I'd only met him once, and unimaginable power emanated from him!

We had no choice but to go into battle, even though the enemy forces were far larger. We encountered them west of Venore. The city was already utterly destroyed. The battle was bloody. Dragons rained fire, orcs wielded magical axes they hadn't possessed before. Arrows whistled past our ears, striking dragons to the ground. We were surrounded by enemies, each shouting something. Some cast powerful runes, others whispered spells. "Exevo Mort Hur San," one of them shouted. There were only a few of us left, but each fought with every ounce of strength. I was left alone with a Knight and a Paladin. As the enemy began to dwindle, the Demons appeared! The most vile and powerful monsters. They rained fire, bullets, and powerful spells that created earthquakes with their power! When the Paladin and the Knight fell, I was left alone. In a split second, a white aura appeared around me and on my hands. I felt this great power and shouted to my enemies! "

If you think you can kill me, you are mistaken! I loved Arwen, and you didn't spare her. This power is a love you will never know! The power there will DESTROY you!" I felt a surge of energy and released it.

When I awoke, the destruction was unimaginable. Bodies were scattered everywhere. I gathered everything and headed for Thais. Thais was completely devastated, but strangely enough, my house was still intact. A strange aura hovered over it. I hurried toward the house. I went inside and saw a child lying in a blanket on the threshold of the room. It must be our son. Beside it was a note. It was a letter from Gloin.

"If you are reading this letter, it means I am no longer alive. The enemy forces are too great and powerful. I entrust your son to you. Take good care of him, as Arwen would have wished. Farewell..."

This Aura must radiate from my son. I will name him Marvel. He will be a powerful mage.

Together with my son, we rebuilt Thais, and a new era began. An era of better living. I lived to see my son grow and perfect himself, just as I once did. I was proud of him. I passed away like a true king.

What do you think happened to Morgoth? He died, though he was very powerful, a vile death. After his defeat, he wanted to form an army again, but the Demon Lord would not consent. Great was his wrath! He perished, and his body was thrown into the river. A knight, just beginning his life, was walking by. He found his belongings. Morgoth's power was once again in his possession. History repeats itself, and it will probably repeat itself, but not in my lifetime. Now I know why I was created... The end!!!