Liberator of Mages

Hundreds of thousands of ages have passed
 Since the dawn of the Sali'un
 They had given the gift of the white magic
 A resource to the lesser kin
 Which had uplifted them from the welk and the desires of evil men
 Yet a dark shadow arose from the east
 Their purpose settled in blood
 A war faring folk with technology
 Able to diminish the powers and control the
 Mind of the mages - they had become weak
 A child is born
 Under the sign of the morning star
 The catalyst of prophecy
 Im'maud'hi - Rise and restore the nature of the word
 And like the great beast, they came from the sea
 Legions of men chartered by the evil king
 Come to destroy the
 Land of the ones unamenable to he
 And to murder the golden son of the old prophecy
 They set fire to the homes
 And salted the fields
 Raped the mothers and daughters
 Shed the blood of the men
 Enslaved their sons
 And stolen their wealth to do Ik'thran'ithul's will
 A great presence had overtaken one of the guard
 "This child is mine, now save him and take him afar"
 And so they erected their obelisk
 Claimed the lands for their own
 But the son of the morning
 Had been given a new home
 Seven years had come and gone
 The boy safe in his new home
 Unawares of his past - Everyday he would ask
 The questions that answers would never be known
 And his days were spent learning the tongue of the king
 Tending the fields and taking up sward
 He was destined to be in (the) Narcillian army
 In the midst of the night
 An apparition appeared before he
 Materialized from light from the hearth
 The boy startled, fell to his knees
 Then the master extended her hand
 "The powers of ancients are yours
 Go now learn with these tools"
 Reached out with her palm and touched his head
 Now gone - sailed away in whirlwind of shadow
 The creative force withdrawn to the realm of the unknown
 Disease had spread o'er the flock
 And the folk had fallen in despair
 Without knowing, the boy healed all
 And raised the dead fowl
 It's stench wafting through the air
 Many witnesses came to bear testimony against the boy
 Necromancy, unknown to the people, yet punishable by death
 Would be his fate without intervention from the ones who know
 At last he had been made known of his story
 His past, once blackened now brought to light
 Ostracized from his town, destiny to overthrow the crown
 And restore a new age of light to his kin
 Left to focus his craft, a lone mage on the path
 Banished to the wilderness to discover the light of the imminent dawn