Excerpt from the Ascension Diaries of Callisto Fairbourne, Mage
My world, my Earth, is in a constant state of warfare. It has been going on for so long that only those who were there at the very beginning can say with any certainty how it began. Even knowing the story as told for centuries is not enough.
It began, so they say, with the rising of the Impaler. He had conquered and ruled vast territories in life, and yet, when he died, he was not content to rest and let the world move on without him. He is the First, the vampire from whom all others have spawned, the only one who bites and yet has never been bitten. If there ever was a God, Dracul has definitely burned his bridges when it comes to redemption.
Under his command, the legion of the undead rose to subjugate humanity. We never stood a chance; a culture that barely had the means to survive by the land, pitted against creatures of the night, demons of the soul, beings so relentless and ruthless that any thought of rebellion earned the thinker an eternity of pain without the blessed relief of death.
Humans, however, are capable of great feats of skill and magic when placed in such a position. A summit was ordered, of every high priest and priestess, of every witch and warlock, anyone who held a claim to even the faintest spark of power. These were our only defense against the vampires; for while they, in their unholy positions of power, have strength and untiring determination, they possess not a single scrap of magical ability whatsoever.
It was at this summit that the lycans were made. No one knows exactly how, or if they do, they are not saying. But somehow these gathered magic wielders brought into being from the twisted and malformed, the lost and forgotten, the homeless and bereft, the first generation of werewolves. The beasts were to be our allies, our protection against the vampires. They proved to be our greatest mistake, a waste of the lives destroyed in their creation.
At first, they were our true friends, a shield against the darkness the vampires brought with them. They, too, had no ability to use magic, nor even to defend against it, and we foolishly thought that this was our moment of triumph. But even as humanity built upon the foundations of our rebellion, established our places of power, Dracul and his vampires were working insidiously against us.
They offered the 'wolves lands of their own, freedom from the injustices that humanity had forced upon them, in return for an alliance against the human masters that had created them to begin with. The 'wolves accepted, and humanity was once more under siege, this time by night and day.
We were not helpless, even then. A child born with the ability to wield magic of any kind was protected at all costs, taught to use that power with deadly effect. For every five members of the human race, there are two, perhaps three, who are born witches and wizards. But every human has the ability to learn, even if it is only just enough to form a shield, to prevent the poison of a bite from spreading. Thanks to these gifts, we are holding our own against the vampires and the werewolves.
They are no longer allied to one another; the 'wolves chafed under the rule of their undead allies and turned upon them as well. They ignore us now, unless we trespass into their territories unwisely. Humanity, during that time of shifting alliances, earned a reprieve from war, and we did what we could to ensure our own survival.
Great families, such as my own, established strongholds in which the common people could shelter from the attacks of our supernatural enemies. There are millions of these strongholds, all across the world, each large enough to hold land for farming, and a defensible castle where everyone may live in safety, if not comfort, at times of need.
I am the forty-second magic user to be born into my bloodline; the Fairbournes have become one of the foremost mage families in England. I was sent to Rhy'Din to study, but I know that my destiny is to return to my home and drive back the darkness that assails us. I will do what I have to, in order to survive.
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My world, my Earth, is in a constant state of warfare. It has been going on for so long that only those who were there at the very beginning can say with any certainty how it began. Even knowing the story as told for centuries is not enough.
It began, so they say, with the rising of the Impaler. He had conquered and ruled vast territories in life, and yet, when he died, he was not content to rest and let the world move on without him. He is the First, the vampire from whom all others have spawned, the only one who bites and yet has never been bitten. If there ever was a God, Dracul has definitely burned his bridges when it comes to redemption.
Under his command, the legion of the undead rose to subjugate humanity. We never stood a chance; a culture that barely had the means to survive by the land, pitted against creatures of the night, demons of the soul, beings so relentless and ruthless that any thought of rebellion earned the thinker an eternity of pain without the blessed relief of death.
Humans, however, are capable of great feats of skill and magic when placed in such a position. A summit was ordered, of every high priest and priestess, of every witch and warlock, anyone who held a claim to even the faintest spark of power. These were our only defense against the vampires; for while they, in their unholy positions of power, have strength and untiring determination, they possess not a single scrap of magical ability whatsoever.
It was at this summit that the lycans were made. No one knows exactly how, or if they do, they are not saying. But somehow these gathered magic wielders brought into being from the twisted and malformed, the lost and forgotten, the homeless and bereft, the first generation of werewolves. The beasts were to be our allies, our protection against the vampires. They proved to be our greatest mistake, a waste of the lives destroyed in their creation.
At first, they were our true friends, a shield against the darkness the vampires brought with them. They, too, had no ability to use magic, nor even to defend against it, and we foolishly thought that this was our moment of triumph. But even as humanity built upon the foundations of our rebellion, established our places of power, Dracul and his vampires were working insidiously against us.
They offered the 'wolves lands of their own, freedom from the injustices that humanity had forced upon them, in return for an alliance against the human masters that had created them to begin with. The 'wolves accepted, and humanity was once more under siege, this time by night and day.
We were not helpless, even then. A child born with the ability to wield magic of any kind was protected at all costs, taught to use that power with deadly effect. For every five members of the human race, there are two, perhaps three, who are born witches and wizards. But every human has the ability to learn, even if it is only just enough to form a shield, to prevent the poison of a bite from spreading. Thanks to these gifts, we are holding our own against the vampires and the werewolves.
They are no longer allied to one another; the 'wolves chafed under the rule of their undead allies and turned upon them as well. They ignore us now, unless we trespass into their territories unwisely. Humanity, during that time of shifting alliances, earned a reprieve from war, and we did what we could to ensure our own survival.
Great families, such as my own, established strongholds in which the common people could shelter from the attacks of our supernatural enemies. There are millions of these strongholds, all across the world, each large enough to hold land for farming, and a defensible castle where everyone may live in safety, if not comfort, at times of need.
I am the forty-second magic user to be born into my bloodline; the Fairbournes have become one of the foremost mage families in England. I was sent to Rhy'Din to study, but I know that my destiny is to return to my home and drive back the darkness that assails us. I will do what I have to, in order to survive.
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