Once, a long long time ago, when the elements of the world had a life of
their own and controlled the forces of the lands. A time when there were only
the four great races. A time when wizards and sorcerers battled battles that
could change forest to desert with a mere thought. There was a magician named
Grakadyic, one of the most powerful.
No creature of the magics at that time was satisfied with
what they had, and Grak was no exception. He sought to increase his domain; he
sought to rule the world.
He took all the magic around him and it wasn't enough, he
stole magic form others and it wasn't enough. If he was to accomplish his dream
he would need more, more.
Then he discovered the power of the shadows, a power never
before known of, never before harnessed. He drew that power to him, the friction
produced was enormous but Grak withstood it, as all others paused to watch. He
pulled the power and trapped it within a stone, locking it away. Now he had his
power, as much as he could ever want.
For 50 years he increased his domain, battling others that
must give way before him. He was so close to his dream.
But Grak, for all his power, was still human. Humans cannot
live forever. Grak, so caught up in the drug of power would not acknowledge his
old age, his weakening. He was playing with powers he didn't understand, he made
mistakes. One mistake caused a backlash of power; his weakening body could not
contain it. And so the great Grakadyic fell, as all mortals must. But with his
dying breath
he vowed his fight would not be in vain and he passed the great
shadow stone to his only son, who was magicless, seeming magic did not travel by
blood.
But his son could not use the stone. The forces where too
great, he did not have the power necessary
to control it. He attempted to call its power, not knowing this. The
power was unleashed, but not controlled. The shadows broke
free and the stone shattered in his hand. Caught in the centre of the
magic storm, the backlash should have killed him, and the power of the shadows
should have returned to what it had been.
But the power of the shadows where now concentrated in one
place, they could not dissipate quickly enough. That much magic in one place
needs to earth itself
It earthed itself through Grak's son, whose name is not
known.
It changed
him.
Mutating him.
Creating a creature of the night.
A creature who controlled shadows.
A creature known ever after as...
Night
Shadow