silvertiger

... the power surged through him in pulses as he strained to control the flow of his will power. It was not as he expected, and was quite a strain. he could feel the floodding essence push through his every fiber of his being.

Mischal had been preparing for this specific weave for over 5 years. The training was intense and often overwhelming. It required that he be in top physical condition and have a mental acuity few achieved. Guided by his intuition and thirst for knowledge he had excelled in every aspect of his study beyond his wildest expectations. As a proud young mage in the first year of his study he was intent with the mere ability to control the mystical powers enough to light a candle.

The encantation he was vested in at the moment was a complex weave of threads from all 7 of the fabric of the ether. With the power of his will and the focus of a trained mage he was intertwining the torrential yet fluid water weave with the contrasting crystaline weave of the element of death. of all the elements death was the most unpredicatble and often the most fatal to work with. Of the known mages of this melinnia only 3 other weavefinders had tried to fabricate any weave of this magnitude and all had died horrendously.

As he tried to center himself within the sworling vortex that was his inner chaos he felt the sudden pang of fear as the forming essence lost the balance it needed. In order to recover he would have to infuse a slight portion of the element of Air. As time stopped he drifted from the forming flow and isolated one of the loose ends of ether that would allow him to pull in the essence of Air he needed. Mentally he fastened the weave to his being and began back to his feeble body as the flow trailed along behind him.

A bead of sweat rolled across his brow and deposited it on his closed eyelid. he could feel the heat generated by the coalescing product of his efforts that was beginning to form in his hands. The night air breezed past him creating a refreshing vapor that drew the sweat from him and cooled him as he concentrated. He could not afford these little distractions of sensation as they only drew him away from the task at hand.

Over time he was beginning to lose his strength and his ability to control the flows necessary. .. Just a few moments longer .. that was all he needed. He strained to focus as he tied the last few edges into the weave. His thoughts became random and chaotic as he began to lose control of his body. His arms twitched with the effort of remaining in place for the hours that were required but he again redoubled his efforts to command his body to remain still. Just as he felt as though he could maintain this facade no longer he was lost in a blur of confusion and terror.

Mischal collapsed to the ground in weakened despair barely conscoius as the fully formed crystal silently rolled gently from his hand. The only sound to be heard in the forest was the low ringing that eminated from the crystal. as he lay on thh ground unable to get any response from his body, his lucid mind raced with what could have gone wrong. Was the combination of weaves he had discovered incorrect? had he brought forth corruption upon this land?

His sullied mind was too busy contmplating the errors or miscalculations that he may have introduced to notice that the crystal was growing brighter in concert with the ringing, which was begoming a high pitched tune akin to that of a small summoning bell but hundreds of times more penetrating. As the sphere's attributes grew in intensity Mischal found that he was regaining his strength. After a short time he was able to drag himself from tie ground enough to see the crystal clearly for the first time.

The gem shone with the beauty of a thousand pristine diamons in the early morning sunlight and was becoming almost too bright to look upon. he picked it up and cradled it in his emaciated hands and stared in awe. Had he finally done it? created what no mage in a melimmeum had? If this was true, it was the beginning of a new era and the return of an extinct way of life long lost.

He turned to the heavens and called with all his might "I bring to life the first incarnation of the world of old to roam these planes unchallenged, I call upon the elements to infuse this shard with all of the known fabrics or the universe and my by my will restore what has been lost!"

History may not know his name in five hundred years, but the entire world would come to revere and fear the name of the origin of magic, the name "Elchinas". He whipsered the name to the gem and it pulsed with bright white light as it was imprinted with it's identity and swelled with its new found purpose. He tossed the crystal with unearthly force into the air. The shard flew up with frightening speed as Mischal focused his magic on the orb. When the shard was nearly too high to see he released what would be his last act of weaving upon the crystal and it shattered with the brilliance of a dying star's last moments as it exploded giving all of its essence to the universe. The blue hue of the energy release lit the entire landscape and everything as far as the horizon and likely beyond.

Mischal recoiled form the heat and light and fell to the ground once again. as his vision recovered He peered into the vast sky above and caught a shadow of what he knew was the essence he had sommoned and grinned. The long lost hosts of magic and bearers of knowledge untold had been restored to the planes. A smile crossed his face as he watched the first Blue Dragon in over eight hundred generations of mankind flew over the horizon to seek its destiny.