[ PI ] The longer a spell takes to invoke , the more potent its effects . A single wizard has been casting a spell for hundreds of years . Today , he is finally done .

For years the voices had called, yet they were whispers; empty of any meaning. But over time they grew louder and louder, until a song of majesty was all that could be heard. So grand was this song, so powerful, that none could rise above it. Nearly all that heard the song bent down meekly to its power, for to rise against it or even allow its tune to course through would end in madness or death. Those who sung this song smiled in joy as all that heard could do nothing but bow. So loud they sang, so full of pride and hubris, they never bothered to listen to any but themselves. All the time they sang and called out, all the time they spent twisting lives to their horrible and dark melody. All that time and they never listened. For there was one who was not bowed, not deafened by the roars of those from beyond. 
 
 This one did not break under the songs mighty power. Nor was this one bowed by it, entranced and controlled. No, this one was different. This one sang the song, just as those from beyond did. At first it was nothing more than a whisper, out of tune. So slight was this one's song that none could hear it; lighter than a gentle breeze. Yet this one did not bow or break. For all the years that went by this ones song grew louder and more in sync with those from beyond, yet they never bothered to listen. Even if they did, they would think it nothing more than a weak echo and continue their powerful song. 
 
 The songs sung were both very different and very much the same. For one was sung in pride, at the glory of their power. None would ever be able to resist. All would bow. The other was not for glory had, but glory to be won. To topple those and their song, to take it from them and make it ones own. 
 
 Time ran short for those from beyond, those proud and great things. For they began to hear their own song, and did so believe that it was merely an echo; their own voices singing gloriously back at them. But though they kept their tune constant and perfect, the echo became louder and louder. Closer this new song came to theirs, no longer out of step. Those from beyond did not stop at this, for in their mind the song was theirs and theirs alone. This however changed the moment both songs were equal; both bursting out with enough force to cower worlds. Those from beyond could not see where the song was being sung from while they themselves were singing however. 
 
 It only took one moment, one break in their song to be overthrown. Those from beyond could not resist, for it was not in them to resist, only to control. The one who sang now had them, those from beyond had been taken, and the prize was won. All whom bowed or broke to those from beyond never heard a difference in the song. For they were still under its mighty power. Yet there was a sense among those long cowed that the song came from someplace closer and was somehow more sinister than before.
