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Introduction:
To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this volume than you have found me. Do not fear the magic invested in this tome, it is mostly harmless. Oh, I almost forgot, most beings call me Seth. Do not be fooled by the dashing young man present in your mind’s eye, for I am much older than I appear. In fact, I used to think of myself as master of my world’s magic and destiny. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Perhaps I grew too comfortable in my prowess with a bolt and the justness of the cause or too content with the quality of the subjects of the land. Either way, events quickly spiraled out of control and my world and all I held dear are gone. It’s a pity, to be sure.
I guess I should start at the beginning. It’s usually the best place to start. Well, let me rephrase that. I will start at the beginning of the end. Perhaps I will chronicle the death of my friend, King Austin, and the rising of his Son, King Ian, in previous chapters. But for now, the magic flickering in my enchanted quill requires that I cut to the chase, as it were.
