Magus: Dark to Light Prologue
Riven Soul
By The Game God
Magus looked out the mouth of the cave he lived in. He had recently
delivered a gift to his sister, her beloved harp. Magus looked down
at his right hand. There rested the Chronixtal, the crystal talisman
the dark sorcerer used to travel through time. Now that he had liberated
his sister and said his final good-byes, he had no need for the gem.
Magus hurled the crystal toward the sea, the tiny pink stone slashing softly
in the water below. “It’s over…” Magus said to
himself. The dark sorcerer turned around, his black robes flowing in
the mountain’s breezes. Magus took all his journals that lined
the walls of his home and cast them into his fire.
“There is no need for them…” He took off his cape, his
armor and his shirt, “… or me.” Magus dropped to his
knees, intent on casting a spell that would end his own cursed life.
Suddenly, there was a flash of swirling light. Magus looked up to see
his dark fire turn white. The kind face of his sister appeared in the
flames.
“Schala?” Magus asked.
She smiled, “Yes, Janus.”
Magus lowered his head, “There is no Janus…” He shook
his head, “… not anymore.”
“Somewhere deep inside Magus, I know my brother Janus is still alive.”
Magus stood up, “Why do you torment me? Why do you search for
something that’s not there?!”
“Janus would never give up on me…” Schala’s said,
“… and I would never give up on Janus.”
“What do you want me to do?” Magus asked.
“Find yourself, Janus.” The fire began to fade, as did the
vision of Schala, “Find yourself.”
Magus put on his shirt, armor and cape. He put a hand on his Raven
Scythe, absorbing it into his psyche. Magus left his cave, not sure
of what he was looking for. His soul… his destiny… his
past… his future… his beginning... or his end?
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