The strange, robed man walked through the large doors, his staff in his hand. A beautifully carved masterpiece, his staff contained golden and red lettering, with intricate designs all up and down the edge. Dragon's blood formed letters near the top and base, yet all of them were in an ancient language long ago lost to most of mankind. He looked around at his vault, multiple weapons along the walls, bows and arrows that nearly glowed with inner light, and a selection of priceless crystals--All holding powerful magicks within them. How he had come to obtain this vault? He was the King's Wizard, and this vault held the treasures of centuries of war. And among them was a mirror, he had found it laced with powerful, ancient magic, but he had yet to unravel what it was... And then its surface rippled as he watched it.