Journal of Ghost, ex owner of Jade Wings
As the dust settle within the ruins of the desert Kezal, Ghost made his way down the ancient sandstone stairs into the main part of the ruins. It had taken him weeks of cross examining the local books, myths, and legends, but he had finally found the tomb of Magus, the archmage who created Albion. He brought out a book, inscribed with archaic runes, and went along the walls of the tomb, translating as he went, learning how Albion was created.
It was nearly 2000 years ago, a great plague had begun to strike out at magical beings, the source seemed to have came from the non-magical humans. Magus, the head mage of Eldion, had became worried about the safety of all magical beings, especially himself. It seemed the humans had become jealous of their powers and sought to wipe all of the magical beings out, innocent or not. He had a plan to save them all, at his own sacrifice.
The power to do it was immense, his magical silver aura was ablaze, casting a light of hope upon the observers in the night.Quakes shook the world, as the Eldion crystal glowed a jade green color brightly. The ground started to uproot itself, the land was nearly the size of Russia, water poured from lakes cut in half and lava flowed from a volcano split in two. Its height reached the clouds, and when the crystal stabilized, Magus casted one last spell, one that would make sure humans would never be able to set foot upon the floating continent, which would soon be called Albion.
And with the last spell, his aura solidified. And sure enough, when Ghost turned his light to the middle of the room, the man once known as Magus stood there, trapped forever in his crystallized aura.
~GhostEcho
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