Epilogue

Wake up! Wake up!

Time is of the essence!

I must entrust you with what little I know before, before I must depart

There may be a time where our paths cross again

But for now, you must only listen and heed

There is still hope, There are a few that remain

A few who can still bring order to the chaos

Light to dark, turn despair into glory

The elder wizards once knew of the prophecies

The are inscribed in riddles and serpent tongue

In the ancient forgotten tomes in the deepest of the arcane libraries of Winterreach

I have seen them with my own eyes!

I tried to decipher the ancient conundrums and incantations

I tried so hard

But for every secret that was unraveled before my eyes

Two more stood at my doorstep

For what seemed like eons I worked relentlessly

I was at the brink of madness many a time

And almost succumbed to the arcane forces unleashed

One day, I finally found myself on the verge of unfolding

Monumental mysteries, when, when they

And now, the have abolished me!

The Arcane Tribunal deemed my studies

Wretched and vile! Curse them!

Let the wrath of the Netherrealm be upon their creaking bones!

I have not devoted my life to mundane sorcery to please cowards and weaklings!

We must proceed with what has begun

The wheels of fate are already spinning and we cannot bide any longer

We are on our own, and splendor shall follow in our wake

So now, hearken. Ever since the order of the Seven Flames perished

And the Dragon Fathers forgathered in the Gharad Mountains

They are, albeit mighty beyond mortal comprehension

The only thing that now stands in the way of the brooding calamity in Khrond

And the only solace to the people of the Twilight Kingdoms

A bleak comfort indeed

The life force in the Glades of Lithôe are already dwindling

And the octarine luster in the Forest of Destiny is waning

I have beheld it, and I have felt it. It will soon be upon us

The prophecies however, spoke of the crystal bearers

Chosen heroes of starlight born for the glory of the kingdoms

The guardians of man, elf and dwarf and the protectors of the realms

They shall rise when time are dire

And come bearing arcane light and the wrath of dragons

One hero shall arise from every kingdom, and with him

A celestial crystal echoing his name. They are the Twilight Force

They remain nameless throughout the grimoires and tomes

And none speak of their whereabouts or origin

I have searched far and wide, over mountains and seas

Through the voids of Magicka and the voices of time

And finally, I now know

I have seen their visions, and I have felt their presence

One is a wood elf

A swift and cunning woodland ranger with his heart in the trees and his spirit on the seas

Another is the one rightful heir to the Emerald Throne

A gallant and mighty warrior on his path to his destiny

A boy at mind, and a true king at heart

The third is a venerable forest whisperer, a mystic herbalist with the gift of beast speech

The fourth is a half-elf of clandestine nature

With an obsidian will and a silent mind, he is the shadow death

The fifth is an enigma indeed

I had trouble discerning his life force through my visions

And I was transfixed by the power of his spirit

I felt surges of malicious contempt

As well as waves of cosmic insight and primordial wisdom

A truly intriguing being of eldritch descent

And, my friend I, unbeknownst to me until the last full Moon, is the last crystal bearer

That is why I now, in the eleventh hour, come to you

I must seek out the bearers, and the crystals must be unearthed

And you, must in return to fulfill your oaths

The Knights of Twilight's Might must gather and rise