~Asacara~
It all started with that one word. A kingdom of peace and love turned to despair and destruction, but before I tell the story, I must set the foundation. My name is Me'thar'esh. This whole mess is my fault. I was the advisor to the two brothers who ruled the Kingdom of La'ra'ca. I started digging into the deepest parts of the dark arts. Then I found it. The single word of power that even the La'ma'mo, the ancient most powerful beings, were afraid of. Asacara. That is were it started. Asacara. That is were hell sprang loose. Asacara. That is were I Damned all humans to eternal life worse then Hell. Asacara. After countless days of preparation I told the brothers about it. One loved it. The other hated it. The broke their Kingdom in two. The elder, the one who liked it, took the city. The younger took the country. I spoke the three words of release. Then I spoke it. Once, twice three times. asacara. Asacara! ASACARA!!

Then it happened. The world was ripped asunder. I somehow managed to draw through all the linked magicians of the world and cast the strongest spell ever cast. Slowly I felt the life force of each magician drain away. I was on the outside of the city. I cast the strongest protection spell ever. The spell was contained. The living Hell would only remain in La'ra'ca. A two way spell though. One could go through. When people left the spell would slowly eat away were they went. I had to destroy it. In my studies I had found a secret to eternal life. I cast the spell I needed when I had the power. The time of the magician had passed. With that one spell I had drained all of the guild. We would never regain the power we once had. We bid farewell to humanity. For we had failed. The two other great magicians and I cast the immortality spell with a twist. We would have to keep the form of a Dragon for One-hundred years before living out a human life span. With our death we would be reborn as a Dragon. Forever and ever until we decided to leave this life. We would be the three great Aspects. One of the Earth, One of the Skies, and I, The Greatest Aspect of all, the oldest Magician, The Aspect of Magic. The time of the magician was passed, true, but the power of the magician still existed. This is my story, the story of a desperate man. The story of trying to fix a wrong. The worst wrong possible. The story of a man losing his hold on reality.

























Chapter 1
~The Answer?~
Could it be true? A sotution? After all these years? Would it be true? My hands trembled as I reached out. Slowly. I didn’t want this book to desintagrate. I read.

“To the man who attacks another a curse shall be placed. The
Weakness shall follow him for a year and a day. During that
time he shall be weak unto.....

I spit in disgust. After all these years I still couldn’t find it. The best Ale in the world still was lost to me.. You couldn’t buy it off someone who had already found it. Their was a spell put on the scroll that had the recipe. You couldn’t tell anyone. It was uniqe to each person. Uniqe to each personality. Sesso turned and walked away. He was a young man. Only twenty. His dark brown hair attracted the attention of many women. Some went to his head, some went to his bed. Some were shot down. It was always a snap decision. As he walked away from this dead end his mind though to his job. He was the head reasercher for a hidden guild. They only accepted one out of every person on the earth. Oddly enough he had never met the man. All he heard was a deep roaring voice from the back of a deep cage. The vouce had promised to meet him soon though. In another couple days he would come. Not that long for someone who has been waiting all his life.

Sesso belted on his sword and walked out of the monastary he had been in. Just a few hours and already the sun was lowering. The ‘Dragon’, as Sesso labled him, had promised to come when their was more night than day. That would be about three more days. At max a fortnight. He had something very important to tell the Dragon. Something pertaining the the research that he had been hired to do. Something about Asacara. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought the word. The one time the Dragon had said it shivers ran down his spine and he felt like he was frozen. It took ten minutes before he could move again. Matbe he had found the answer to his employers question. He must be very old though. He was searching for something to do with the magicians. It had been Ninety Nine years since they had complty fallen appart. Actually, it would be One Hundred in a short amount of time. Maybe that was what the Dragon was waiting for. It would definetly be interesting.