You are going about your daily life and all is well in the land of Taeorn. Suddenly you pause as a chill wind breaks your concentration. Just as quickly it is gone, but you are no longer seeing where you are, but a vision of a man, haggard and worn, obviously tired, as he staggers up the tiers of Taeorn. He arrives at the gate to the Magisters council chamber.
In an instant a guard moves to bar his way, but a look from the man is enough to stagger the guard and give the stranger time to enter. You see the Magister rise from his work. "I am here. It has been many years since last we crossed swords."
"This time your madness will cost you more than Evalan." The stranger flicks his hand and conjures an image hanging in the air.
You vision switches and focuses on the new image. You see a young man, possibly a young Magister, tears coursing down his cheeks. He cradles gently in his arms the limp, battered body of a once stunning young woman, now obviously dead. Blood still runs down her cheeks from her mouth as the man continues to sob.
The image shatters as the Magister roars, "How dare you remind me of that past," and once again you gaze upon the council chamber. The Magister, his face a mask of fury, raises his hands to the sky. The stranger collapses to his knees in agony.
Despite the pain coursing through his body the stranger hisses, "You cannot hold it all, not without a price. End this and save yourself."
The Magister is now enveloped in a pale phosphorescence. "I am stonger than you can comprehend, and where others failed I shall bring order and peace, whether you will it or not."
"Then you and your land will burn for your folly," gasps the stranger. It is the last words he will ever say, his body now rapidly decomposing before your eyes.
The Magister, his face showing satisfaction, suddenly looks horrified and falls to his knees. You last vision of the council chamber is that of a loyal guard rushing to his aid, and then of a tremendous explosion, while through the windows you see the Magister's tower, so long the symbol of his power, collapse. Before you regain any sight you feel a swell of power, and for a moment you are as a god. Then, somewhere deep within you, a note of discord sounds. Something twists, destroying the very fabric of your being. The final links break within you and briefly, as your sight returns, you glimpse a land ravaged by earthquakes and tidal waves, before you lapse again into unconsciousness in a wave of overwhelming pain.