Druid's Future

Prolog- The Year 1200 A.D.

The chosen three gathered around the bound man while a fourth held the
prisoner.  A fifth came into view.  A scroll was in his hands.

"Bron, we find you guilty of high treason for your acts agains the
Council, the Inner Circle of Elders, and the study of forbidden
knowledge.  Since the Council is sworn never to take a life, to imprison
you within this realm would be too risky.  With the knowledge you have
gained, we cannot risk that you may escape to use that knowledge against
the Council, us, and the throne.  It is the decision within this joint
body that you be bannished to the Other Realm."

Bron struggled against the bonds that held him but they were too tight. 
A binding spell had been placed upon them.  The spell also was having an
affect on his thoughts.  It must have included a shroud of confusion. 
It was as if he was looking through a vale of snow.

"You will regret this, Simon."

"This was not my decision.  It was the decision of the Council as well
as the Inner Circle.  You knew studying the forbidden knowledge was
wrong."

"I only was following what my mentor was teaching," Bron lied.

"Do not push the blame off on some one else. Haga, was suppose to teach
you lessons on how to counteract such spells.  Instead we learned too
late that he too was studying the forbidden knowledge for his own
reasons.  We would have dealt with Haga soon enough, if you had not
betrayed and murdered him for that knowledge.  We know you wanted to set
yourself up to rule this kingdom.  You were discovered weaving spells of
destruction, not only against the Council but also against the Inner
Circle and mankind itself.  You cannot deny this Bron.  As stated
within, you will be bannished."

The Elder signaled for the three to begin the process.  The three Elves
gathered their thoughts and a storm appear out of nowhere.  Blue fingers
of lightning ripped across the sky.  Then a small rip in the fabric of
time opened.  Without touching the bound man, the three elves focused
their thoughts and the man began to rise.  The man holding the prisoner
let him go as Bron rose further into the air.  Helpless and powerless to
stop them, Bron kicked out to try and reorient himself and in the
process connected with the young man's head.  The force from the blow
caused the young man to be knocked off his feet and he fell to the
ground dazed.  Bron smiled down at his fortune that he at least got back
some of his own , but he was still trapped within the spell that held
him.  Then his eyes caught the firery light eminating from  the rip in
time.  Rage filled him as he suddenly realized where it was the elves
were slowly pushing him toward with their thoughts.  With his powers
gone, he could not stop them.  As he drew closer, the votex suddenly
grabbed him and he was drawn into the void no longer with the aid of the
Elves.  As Bron faded from view, he vowed to find a way to escape the
void, to take revenge on all those responsible, and to once again become
mastry of all.

As the Elder watched the rip close, his thoughts drifted back to another
time and he could not help but see the inevitable..  'If only we had the
Sword, justice could have been done without the need to do this, but it
is lost to us.  Only it's rightful owner may wield it, but that owner
has been gone for many centuries now.  There is no one.  It is not
over.  The bannishment will not last.  The Dark One will return.  And
when he does, may the gods have mercy on us all.

End of Prolog