There was once a great magic in the world. Everyone reveled in it, and a chosen few had this power bestowed upon. They used it to bring wisdom to the land, and to fight off injustice. Alas, those beautiful days are gone. No more can people fly through the stars like birds, or listen to the music of the flowers singing in a spring rain. We have corrupted our world with technology and money.

However, there is some magic still left in the land. It makes the ocean wild, and the Northern Lights dance across the heavens. It is present in every animal, every plant, and every part of the wild kingdom. Whenever you see wild horses stampeding or an eagle gliding across the skies, magic is present.

Yet, a few humans have been able to retain magic. No, these people cannot throw lightning or call upon great storms. Their power is inconspicious, hidden in thier very soul. The only way to let it out is through their writing. The stories of these people are magic, once more bringing wisdom and illumination to the world.