Ages passed and the Renaissance began. With the birth of the Industrial Age
came
the rise of technology, which reached its zenith with the Nuclear Age. Then
came
the Collapse, when the power-hungry technocrats exhausted the weary world's
resources and the machines had finally stopped. The world was once more
plunged
into darkness until the spell that had held Merlin prisoner was broken and he
returned to bring back magic to the world.
"I ended the Collapse by fusing magic with technology, with thaumaturgy as
the
new energy base," explained Merlin. "In the years since I awoke, I've
established programs of thaumaturgic study so that now every nation has a
college of sorcerers in at least one major university. The world had
forgotten
the ways of magic, and I wanted to bring it back to them. They had forgotten
so
much. I wanted to teach them how to live in harmony with the natural forces
of
the world. But I had overlooked one thing. The world may change, but
fundamentally human nature will remain the same. One of my most gifted
students
could not be content with carrying on the honorable traditions of the white
mage. Rashid wanted more. He wanted power. And as his feet began to stray
from
the rightful path, his way brought him ever closer to the Dark Ones."
"But I thought they were dead an' buried," Billy said.
"Buried but not dead," said Merlin. "The Dark Ones do not die. They must be
killed. Over the centuries they have fed off the evil deeds that men did, and
little by little they grew stronger, until they were able to reach out and
seize
Rashid and take his soul. They brought him under their control and led him to
the place where they were buried. By now Rashid had become a wealthy man, and
he
financed an archaeothaumaturgic expedition to unearth what he thought were
enchanted relics. And, in a sense, that was exactly what he found. He removed
the enchanted runestones from the golden chest within the warding pentagram,
and
thus he opened up the way for the Dark Ones to escape."
"An' did they?" Billy said, caught up in the story, not noticing how people
stared at him as he walked down the street, talking to himself.
"Not right away," said Merlin. 'They were still weakened from their eons of
confinement and they needed to gather their strength. Rashid had lost the
runestones, and they knew that so long as the runestones still existed, they
could never attain their full power."
"So they 'ad to destroy the runestones first," said Billy.
"Exactly," Merlin replied. "Only the runestones were not so easy to destroy.
Remember that the life force of the ruling council of white mages was
contained
within them. Yet, by themselves, the runestones could do little, so they
needed
to chose champions, three people with whom they could unite, so that they
would