Prologue

Sun cycle by sun cycle the Power grew
Until all was lost on the world
A frightful terror to the ways of Man
No one could control its path

Then One did rise and give others hope
A solitary figure came forth
He fought with the Power long and hard
Only to find his battle was in vain

Still, he did not lose all hope
And on dying breath he cast his spell
His blood let sacrifice brought hope to all
The Power at last was contained

Hidden now, beyond the seas
The world of Man was now safe again
This the last sacrifice of the One promised
But knew enough to warn:

"When the world has aged a thousand sun cycles
The Power will again emerge.
My own gift is not near so strong
To keep it forever locked away.

The Power is neither Evil nor Good
But the Sins of Man have more sway
Evil lurks in hearts of man
Persuading them to do what they should not.

Should this Evil gain sway
The Power will be unstoppable forever more
For Evil has a Power to absorb all
And its seductiveness will not let go.

But never fear, a promise is made
In sun cycles forth Good will still remain
To the world, a Savior will be born
They alone will be the turner of tides.

Should the Savior go forth
And grasp the Power firm
It shall be ever more contained
And do no more harm.

Look forth to the dawning age
And seek out the Miracle Birth
One so unlike the rest
But who still blends in all too well.

The Savior will only be found
By the One who calls forth magic as well
To the Savior they will be drawn
Until Love is their spell.

Look forth to this coming day
And pray they shall meet
For if the Savior does not awaken
All is lost and Evil has won again."