Prologue

Prologue to my book in progress "Magic of the Ages

“Mayor King, did you hear my question?” the reporter asked.

Mayor King looked up at the reporter, shook his head, and said apologetically “Sorry. Your question triggered a memory, and when that happens, I tend to drift into my own world and forget about everything else. Anyway, what was your question again?” He grinned apologetically at the reporter as she took up her pen once more.

With pen in hand, the reporter asked with an annoyed tone “Can you tell me about the history of the Chosen Ones?”

King looked at her with a funny look and asked “Which history do you want , the history that happened long ago or the most recent history?”

The reporter looked at King with a quizzical look as she processed King’s question. Then, as if she knew what King was talking about, she said “’I would like the most recent history.”

King smiled at her and said “I would be happy to, but I cannot since my memory is not as good as it was when I first met the Chosen Ones. Be rest assured, there is a way for you to hear the history if you do not mind.” The reporter gave king a nod of approval, and he got up from his chair. He walked to the book case and took from the shelf a small golden book.

With book in hand, he sat down in his chair, set the book on the table between him and the reporter, and said to her in a mysterious voice “The tale you are about to hear is truth and only truth. From this book come all the legends you have probably heard throughout your life.  The history in this tale is so great that it has been deemed the magic of the ages not because of the magic that is used, but for the greatness of the history. Are you ready to hear all of this?”

The reporter nodded “yes”.  Upon seeing the nod, King slid the book into the middle of the table, put his hands over the book, and chanted “I call upon the powers of the Great Chosen ones and the Holy Gods to give this book and its history life.” King said the words over and over, and as he did, the room became dim and wind started to swirl around them. Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped, and the reported looked down onto the table and gasped.

Where the book was once sitting, there was a small golden man sitting in a big, throne like chair. The man got up, moved the chair to the end of the table, and sat down once more. After he sat down, he looked up at the reporter and then to King. He then cleared his throat and said in a misty yet solid voice “For many years, the tale of the great Chosen Ones has been shrouded in myth and legend. Most recently, the shroud has been lifted through evidence, mostly writings, found in the Mayor’s personal vault. Those writings have been put together to create this book and the story inside. Please sit back and relax as the true story of the Chosen Ones is told.”