[Potironette]

Kellan thought for a moment, and picked up a history book, "How about we start with history then?"

Kellan flipped to the beginning of the book, reading a little to refresh his memory. "Once upon a time," he began, for he believed that history was little different from bedtime stories.


((Uhh, should I just make up history :o?))

[Kitarun]

((Sure... Make it seem believable. There is slight magical ability in this world, most of it having been bred out of existence... there used to be many, though now it's rare.))

Jei shifted a little, getting himself comfy for story time. He much preferred Kellan's way of telling history to the tutor's monotone lectures that quite often put him into a restless doze.

[Potironette]

Once upon a time, a long time ago, when the land was all green and the forests all lush, the people lived as many tribes. They traversed the land, following deer and buffalo, with nothing to aid them but their will and their magic.

Here Kellan paused, letting the first part sink in.


((I'm having trouble thinking up history so I might not post for a bit ^^;;))

[Kitarun]

((Feel free to take snippets from books/movies... Just not the entire plot :P))

Jei smiled softly, eyes shutting, the history of their country forming images in his mind as his brother read.

[Potironette]

The tribes were scattered far and wide across the lands. Some lived in the forests, some lived in the plains. There were tribes in the blowing deserts and there were tribes in the icy arctics.

Those who lived in the forests would often use their magic to search for deer to hunt and to conjure water to drink. Those who lived in the plains would play often play with the wind. The ones in the deserts conjured miniature clouds from the moisture in the air, and those in the arctics created fires with the snap of a finger.
Those were the days, when people were connected to nature.

But then, things changed. One day, a child was born without magic. Some say his name was Bramble, for the blood splattered leaves of Autumn. Others say, his name was Fallen Leaf, for bringing on the Change. Others still, will say his name was Goat, for being the scapegoat blamed for the natural progression to a magic-less world.

Regardless, the boy was very special. When he was born to the tribe of Blowing Deserts, he was the most ambitious of them all. A fire blazed in his eyes always, despite being the weakest of the entire tribe, and the least in tune with nature.

Kellan flipped through the book some more, his eyes growing distant. It always made him wistful, thinking of how the past changed so drastically to the present.

[Kitarun]

Jei shifted slightly, moving his chair closer to Kellan's leaning against him slightly as he was read to.

(Not sure what else to post while he's being read to... Hope you don't mind my short posts. They won't last forever- promise)

[Potironette]

((I don't mind ^^. I'm just stopping when I run out of ideas))

Kellan absently ruffled Jei's hair. Then pinched the bridge of his nose and returned to look over what was next.

One day, when the boy was ten years old, he was searching for snake eggs in the desert when he bumped into an old shaman. The shaman had a perpetual fire floating around him, and he radiated an aura of menace.

"Boy," he had hissed to the boy, "Where do you think you're going?"

The boy looked boldly at the shaman, for he felt no danger from the elements, as he was not in tune with any of it. "I'm going to find snake eggs to eat." Said the boy, his eyes blazing with inner fire.

The shaman laughed. It was a harsh, hollow laugh. Like the desert that they were in. "Well, boy, don't you think you could accomplish greater things?"

"Greater things?" The boy echoed, interested. The ambition in his eyes, some say, lit up the atmosphere around him. A twinge of magic, so faint it was almost not there, some say.

"Yess," The shaman hissed hypnotically. And he tempted the boy.

The boy was given a stone of great import, with which he gathered the magic in the air. The magic, paired with his ambition, led him to grow a large tribe of followers.

Soon, the boy had conquered all the desert, and he had many affairs with the people of his tribe. The boy, now a man, had children both of strong and weaker magic, though none of them were nearly as magic-less as he. But their blood had been diluted, and now the recessive gene for magic was born in them.

The man, growing older, conquered and conquered. He shed tears over his lost spouses, he cried when his army died. He blazed across the arctics, he stormed over the forests. He blew across the plains like a force of nature. At the end of his years, he looked over all that he conquered and cried, for though he had created a proud tribe, he had done nothing but destroy beauty in his life.

The shaman had long since died. The boy, the man, the old man, they cried for what they had done before they died. A great funeral was given to them, and all the people mourned.

Yet the tribe of all tribes remained. And they were so big, yet so disjointed with the loss of their great leader, they scattered and broke apart into the four corners of the world.

As time passed, those who had less magic always grew stronger with ambition. They subjugated those without magic to burnings and to trials that only led to death. The people with magic accepted their fate and returned to the mother Earth.

Eventually, magic disappeared from existence, except for the few pockets where those who had it practiced in secret.

Over time, kingdoms rose and kingdoms fell.

The McKarthy family came from a forest tribe where the forests were lush and full of deer. But the tribe was was conquered during the Great Autumn, as some would call it. When the Great Tribe broke apart, they broke apart from the tribe and carved out a place for themselves in the forests. But, just like the rest of the world, the magic-less hated those with magic. Eventually, we were left with nothing but the stones of petrified Earth. And so is the story the same for every other family, except the very few secret families who we don't come into contact with.

Kellan set the history book down with a sigh.

[Kitarun]

Jei frowned lightly, sitting back up when Kellan finished the 'story'. "So, our family used to have magic?" He asked Kellan, rather intrigued with the idea. If they had a latent ability, the recessive gene, could it be awoken?

[Potironette]

Kellan nodded, "Once upon a time, everyone had magic."

He put a hand on his chin as he leaned forward, "It's an odd thing, magic. I don't suppose I'd know it even if I saw it."

[Kitarun]

"Are there records of how far back magic was last seen in our line?" He asked, curious. "And I suppose it would be hard to tell what is and isn't magic now... An expert hunter and tracker might just be well-trained, or they might have some magical ability... Sailors might be experienced and know what theyre doing, or they might have some influence over the skies or seas..."

[Potironette]

Kellan put a hand on his chin, pondering on what Jei said. "Maybe," he began, "maybe there's something in this library. We've got records, probably."

He didn't know if magic really existed, or if people who knew how to use magic knew they were doing magic. After all, most of the McKarthy family led rather drab, sheltered, society lives.

[Kitarun]

Jei pondered the idea a bit, growing more and more curious. He got up, taking Kellan's hand, and dragged him over to the history section of their library. "Guess we'd better get looking..."

[Potironette]

Kellan followed Jei towards the history section of their library, grinning. Jei was making the history story exceptionally fun. Usually, to Kellan, history was simply history, not something that affected him. He wondered too, somewhat curious, as to whether his bloodline had magic or not.

[Kitarun]

Jei looked over the titles of the books, occasionally pulling one out to flip through before either putting it back, or setting it aside to take back to their table. Quickly the pile grew past what the two boys could carry on their own. "Perhaps we should get a cart?" Jei suggested.

[Potironette]

Kellan raised an eyebrow, "A cart?" He repeated. He walked over to a rolling flat utility cart that their tutors sometime used when they had too much to carry. He took the textbooks, charts, and potted plants off before rolling it out into the history aisle, "Alright, we can add as many books as we want to this today." He said, grinning, "Since our tutors aren't going to be here to know a thing."

[Kitarun]

Jei laughed softly, watching his brother clear things off of a nearby cart for them to use. He nodded, and loaded his pile of books onto the cart, before going to look for more.