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Remember my name, it is written on the wind

Like fire and ice, I pierce the veil between the worlds

I am the magus, I bring magic back.

No ordinary magic do I bring

Old magic from the Gods

The kind they do not want

In the hands of mere mortals.

For fear of being displaced

Their thrones turned to ash

With no prayers and offerings

What will become of them?

Their names forgotten

Their halls of fame torn down

Guard well the magic I bring

Use it wisely, do not let it burn your fingers

These are the words of the Magus…

©Anita Dawes