"A COSMIC SHIFT"
Long removed from our memories, either for our protection, or by grand design; this land glimmered like sun reflecting off the vast sea.
In that age peace and harmony seemed to fill the very air. War, hate, and destruction were not even concepts in the minds of the inhabitants.
Magic was common place practice, used to aid one another, in times where shear strength, will, or ingenuity wasn't enough.
Like any worldly force, there are factors involved. Steps leading up to cause and effect, not to mention unseen circumstances.
Seemingly inconsequencial; like pebbles dropped in the ocean, it builds and builds over the eons until the first glimpse appears from beneath the surface.
From nearly the beginning of man's personal journey, long before the rise and fall of the spire of bable, there have been those that observe and record ... the same holds true for magic, how else can one pass on what they have learned.
Thinking, observing, scrying, the world for signs and omens, keeping an eye on the physical domain of man.
Sages, old and wise masters, must still interpert facts laid out before them, and as with anything held to interpertation beliefs differ.
Three "true" manuscripts survive to this day, 2 that man know, or should I say have a primative knowledge of, The Codex Giga , The Grand Grimoire ,(both semi-translated versions mortals think they know), and the last has no name just a symbol.
Their location was a well guarded secret that I, and 4 others knew; We are the last of those from that era still left on this plane, eternal ethereal beings now, we can not even record or share what we know, but there was a time, yes a time.
just a start of one of mine.