Long, long ago there was a war for the control of magic. Five great kingdoms mixed in unfaithful alliances turned on one another upon the arrival to the Holy Lands of the Gods. One by one, armies fell. Blood drenched the grass and the land and cries of war and agony shook the sky and reached the ears of the gods. They were not happy. Even the god of death heaved in disgust by the amount of wretched souls now filling his courtyard, all sinners, all who strained for their last gasp of air with hands stained in blood. All glancing at one another, baffled and afraid realizing that they stood amongst the very ones they called their enemy.
So as the war continued, on and off for another three years until the last kingdom stood as victors, the gods assembled. But this was not like any other assembly, for this concerned the mystical state aspect that has for so long turned brother against brother and friend against friend. They formed a plan, an everlasting plan, that should not only punish the humans, but give the realm a chance to heal from this deadly wound.
They gave the king, who claimed the last ancient gemstone of magic as his own to use, a mighty vision. This vision lasted for seven days, which frightened the people for they respected and loved this man. When the man came too, he could not remember what he saw, but he did remember what the waterfall of voices had told him:
Our bellies are full with the blood of the slained, yet it sickens us sore. For magic, you had turned a blind’s eye to the truth that magic belongs to the gods, and a gift to mankind. A gift we shall reclaim for your malicious heart. Cure your heart before the death of the last holy tree. Only then we shall return the gift, not to land nor to gem nor to sea, but upon the fairest of the realm.
Wanting a better explanation, they pestered the king who later vanished with the magical gem, never to be seen again. The gods hoped for a fresh change amongst the inhabitants of the realm. However, this message warped through times and times and eras and eras, converging into the greatest long-lasting prophecy that will please some and haunt many.