So, little update on my plans for the future – I’m currently in the planning stages of a fantasy novel. I hope to have 20,000 words of it done by the end of November – it’s optimistic, but I think I can do it. Anyway, it’s a story about the return of magic to a world that, for a very long time, has only had the remnants of it. Here’s the prologue:
Once, long ago, there was a wizard. He was one of many wizards across the world, and had no special talent to distinguish himself from the rest of them. He lived a long and uninteresting life, but for one thing: that he discovered an unusual reaction between two spells, and dutifully noted it down in one of his journals.
Once, long ago, there was a wizard’s apprentice. She was one of three apprentices to her master, and was the most inquisitive and impulsive of the three. She lived a short and eventful life, but our story only concerns one thing which she did: that she was the one to inherit her master’s journals, and that upon finding this reaction she began using it in battle.
Once, long ago, there was a war. It was one of many wars between two countries, or perhaps merely the latest flaring of a single, very long war. It, too, is only related in small part to our story: that the wizard’s apprentice joined the war, and used her master’s discovery in it, and that this discovery quickly spread throughout all the battle-mages of her country.
Once, long ago, there was a mighty empire. It has more relevance to our story, but the main part of it is that it existed. That it existed, and it fell. For once, long ago, there was magic throughout the world, and now there is not.