[ WP ] A wizard sits down to perform his greatest work of magic yet . He grabs parchment and pen , and he begins to write a story .

Dear reader, as I sit down to write these words I find myself full of regret. It has been written, and will be written again that *of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, it might have been. * I regret that things could have turned out differently. If I had I been wiser, more powerful, or less proud, perhaps I could have conquered this evil without resorting to such drastic measures. If I had only seen the danger approaching before it was too late! As it is, dear stranger, you shall undoubtedly be reading this long after I am gone and long after all magic has disappeared from this world. Although that is not quite right, for magic has not simply disappeared, it has been used up. This I know, because I will be the one who has used it. 
 
 I am about to perform a work of magic that is almost unfathomable. It will require more power than is currently present in the world. Thus I am forced to reach into the fabric of time and to draw from wells of power that do not yet exist. One could argue that I will be, in a sense, *stealing* magic from future generations. For thousands of years afterward magic will almost entirely cease to exist. It is an immoral and unforgiveable act, forbidden by every magical code. However if I succeed, a great evil will be unmade and forever vanquished from this world. I am hesitant to take these measures, but I can see no other solution, and the need is – I assure you – dire. 
 
 This act will undoubtedly end my life – justly so. Thus the words you are reading here will be my last. I felt it was my duty to leave behind some explanation, so that you may understand what has happened. You have no doubt found this letter sealed in a monument near a spring in a deep mountain cave. It may appear to you – and indeed to any man who reads it regardless of his birthplace – to be written your own native tongue. But that is not the case. It is written in the most ancient of all magical languages. The mere fact that you have found this manuscript and are able to read it is proof that magic has finally returned. I have chosen this location, because when magic returns in force to the world this is where I believe it will first appear. 
 
 My purpose here is not to instruct you on the nature of magic or its use. That will, as it did in the beginning of time, become self-evident. To instruct you - I fear - would be dangerous. It may invite the very sort of evil that I now seek to eradicate. It is better that the use of magic is allowed to evolve naturally as it did before, slowly and incrementally, with time. My purpose in writing this letter is merely to explain that the strange and perhaps alarming phenomenon you will likely witness hereafter is not – in fact – a new threat to the world or to human kind. Magic need not be feared. Magic is merely a tool, it is not good or evil in nature. Although like any tool, it can be *used* for good or for evil. I would therefore admonish you to learn from the mistakes of the past, and use it only for good. 

