M uch time after the passage of the Second Shadow, when dragons flew through the bright sky and the stars were bright and numerous, came the Age of the Great Guilds. Herreros, pastors, clergy and weavers devoted their efforts to achieve absolute control of secret knowledge. Over the centuries, the weavers get stressed by their work transcended the limits of the purely physical. But now a strange power has swept their union into oblivion, and the only hope for them and the rest of the known universe is a young man named Bobbin Threadbare, on whose shoulders rests the heavy fate that makes him a champion against the dark side world, where the dreaded Chaos is absolute master. Loom Island Early in the day of my sixteenth birthday, I had the greatest joy of my life. Finally he would end the years of loneliness and alienation. In a strange way, getting only vaguely remember seeing scenes in which people of my guild in despair and pictures of my beloved mother, Cygna sweet, pulling out of my chest a deep pain. Never was a creature so alien to what the future she had prepared, to which the fine threads woven into the loom of life had decided that was my magical destination. The message of the elders of my people came to me in a way so special that it was a premonition of the future that awaited me.
Without further delay, I directed my steps towards the village, feeling loved my heart. Once there, I entered the store of the Grand Council, which was built in a way that took advantage of a natural cavity, and though outwardly he does not look like much, inside a huge galleries lined with works of my people gave access to the place where they kept the magic loom contained inside the destiny of each and every one of us. With him I could see the beloved figure of Hetchel teacher, whom the elders seemed to reproach for some reason unknown to me. After a few minutes in the shade, only managed to see some strange lights behind the room fell silent, and the old disappeared without trace. I approached the magic loom, at which distinguished a staff that seemed equal to that Hetchel used in magic spells and what looked like an egg. With some fear, I took the stick and played with him the egg. To my astonishment, my ears four beautiful musical notes sounded. Without really knowing why, a strange impulse drove me up the magic wand, while in my mind turned to four-note repeating just heard.
Then something strange happened. Without my move, a kind of fairy dust enveloped the egg, and it opened out from inside a strange duck quite grown up to be a newborn. But the surprises were over there. The duck's voice was familiar to tell me that was my dear Hetchel suffering a spell, and that my destiny was far more impressive than I ever could have imagined. In my knowledge were deposited and the hope of my people and all our known universe. But the magical powers were something that had to discover for myself, just as had happened with the egg. That was only the Spell of open objects, which later I would be very useful. The old Hetchel could not give details, and simply add that would find a way out of the island of Loom, once I had enough power to do so. Also, I reassured to know that although he had to leave, seek to be by my side if ever needed. Then it disappeared.
The book of spells Ali S the store and went around the village. In one of the stores picked up the book and learned spells Hetchel an impressive trick for anything green dye. In another, I sensed some object, but a strange darkness I could see nothing. Puzzled, I went to the forest, where sat the cemetery, where lay the remains of my beloved mother. At the tomb of Cygna, I discovered some strange graphics engraved on his tombstone and an epitaph disconcerting. It talked about the day when the sky was opened and more than not quite understand. Of owls the forest that I learned something useful at the store was dark, and then decided to head to the cliff of the mountain, where it all began. It seems that the peaks have a strange effect on our mind, because when she started again to see everything clearer. It was easy to relate the inscription on the gravestone of Cygna with where I was now. More for inspiration for sure, I got to articulate a new spell which produced an extraordinary phenomenon after I got the boat I was needing to leave the island of Loom. Here began the battle for which I had no longer any doubt that he was born.
The crossing was quite rough, I found my way as a huge tornado that threatened to mow my life as quickly as you would the dreaded scythe guarded by the guild of glassmakers. My findings on the island had taught me that the most wonderful of my magic wand was that, in addition to allowing me to make spells, he could get, with just play with him any object or thing, that my brain is geared notes magical spell could afford to solve every problem. With the tornado me something extraordinary happened. My first impulse was not only able cancel magic, but seemed to increase in intensity by more force to spin. I tried then with Instead spell and this time I gave in the key. Cleared the way, my small boat headed towards the coast of Mainland, which could be glimpsed in the distance. Come to the beach, I noticed exactly how the experience was that my power was increasing.
Without hesitation I entered the grove nearby, where I met some amazing forest pastors who learned the art of becoming invisible. However, I was not allowed to cross their land, so I had no choice but to direct my steps towards the city of glassmakers.
had always heard about this amazing guild with admiration, but nothing could make me imagine a city so fabulous. Labyrinths of glass and mirrors, I went into it, realizing that some people can do that wonder had to increase my knowledge without any doubt.
Glaziers City of D escubrí stunning and teleporters that allowed me to reach a room where two figures, which only could hear, talking about a ball magic crystal. I had heard that the Guild of Glaziers manufactured these instruments Wonder where you could see the future. Then the voices stopped and realized that two people were gone. I tried to reach the magic ball room, but two glass manufacturers in the tower sharpened scythe a huge step prevented me. I remembered the trick of invisibility learned from the pastors, and tried to make this spell on them, but did not give me time to do so. After a moment's hesitation, I decided to go outside to get some air and that's when I noticed that the tower is visible from where I was. At the time, I undertook the spell again and this time if I had the expected success. The invisibility allowed me to cross the tower, learn a new spell to sharpen objects and learn from the plans of a certain Bishop Mandible, who is emerging as direct my enemy in the fight against the powers of evil that he undertook.
arrived to the room where they kept the magic ball, it found ways to ensure that pastors leave me to enter their territory, and looked at the evil face of someone I identified as my enemy. Leaving the beautiful
Crystalgard, I went into the woods, where pastors and did not put the slightest objection to my step. Now in its territory, beautiful meadows led me to a cottage, where I found a girl with a poor sick lamb. The girl tried to heal an old magic song, and although I knew my power was far superior to hers, was also aware that it was not yet enough to heal the poor animal. I took note of the song, however, because a new present and advised me. Before leaving, the girl told me she had a serious problem with a huge dragon who stole his sheep while grazing in the meadows. They tried to avoid covering the sheep with green branches that confused with the herb, but the animals they kept moving from side to side, so the camouflage soon fell apart. Mentally I went over my skills and I remembered there was a wonder that he had not yet used, learned almost from the beginning and could be appropriate. Efectué the spell, and when and looked satisfied with how the dragon could not steal more sheep, I felt powerful claws lifted me into the air. The dragon had come to hunt, and I was the only dam that could make.
The dragon's lair S URCAM the air for a while, that seemed interminable, until a huge mountain with a volcano on its summit, where the monster was introduced. I saw, well, a huge den, where the dragon lay on a huge pile of gold, leaving the task to eat you later. Toured the grotto desperate for an exit, discovering to their horror that did not exist. I decided to try to scare the huge beast, and tried to convert all the gold on which was lying on straw. The dragon was unfazed, but I felt that new strength and abilities were born within me, so I kept trying till we got to spell right. With a howl of pain, flew out of his lair, revealing a gallery that was hiding her body, and that seemed the only way out. I entered it and walked among the dark passages that I found a beautiful underground lake, where I went to recharge your batteries. For momentum as usual, I touched the water with the magic wand and a new spell was drawn in my mind, while my image was reflected in the clear waters. I continued my way to get to the outside. A narrow path winding around the mountain and then to lower it, I discovered that there was a bridge over a chasm that had collapsed.
The guild of blacksmiths E l road was cut, and I got to thinking that the small piece broken off could not be an obstacle for someone like me who had just beaten a big dragon. With patience, I reviewed my spells, and I have to confess that when I found the right one until I myself was stunned with what my eyes beheld. I continued my route and came to a cemetery, where a young man from the guild of blacksmiths dozing peacefully. From there, I saw the monstrous city of this new association, with the shape of a huge anvil. On the eve of this great city, I realized that there was no use my spell to open doors, because the guards did not let in anybody to not be in the city. I remembered that the young man was sleeping clothes worn by the guild, and if I could maybe put them deceive and pass control without major problems. Then I realized that nothing I would once inside if anyone could recognize me as an intruder. When he started to despair, to my mind came a tune learned in a lake while my image was reflected. It worked so beautifully that even the master blacksmith, I mistook the young apprentice Rusty, and he gave me the punishment that he had booked. I was stripped of my magic wand, locked in a dungeon and had, moreover, see how the old blacksmith threw my stick into the fire, like a vulgar piece of wood in question. My dream ended in despair, after which something extraordinary had happened. My staff had returned. I got out of jail
and I went into the basement of the fortress. There I was surprised to discover again Mandible in animated conversation with one of the Masters of the Guild of Blacksmiths. The evil bishop was responsible for the development of swords to supply a large army, and his request was almost finished. I decided to boycott the work involved, but I was surprised and captured by the guard of the Cleric.
I drove to the castle of the clergy, where I was locked in a cage like an animal, and closely monitored by the bishop and his most faithful henchman. They waited for him to do using one of my spells, and was the moment I was taken back into magic wand. It was the the evil had been expecting. His plans were to open a door between this world and beyond. An army of the dead happen to our world and he would be the absolute ruler. Fed cattle herders, armed with swords forged by blacksmiths and guided by the vision of the future drawn from the magic crystal ball, would something unconquerable.
The final outcome P ut the villain had not counted on something unexpected. When you play with fire can end up burning. Astral door was opened by Mandible cross first by the redoubtable Chaos, for whom the bishop was but a poor and uncomfortable death.
An Act of the infernal creature, and dreams of the cleric fell apart like smoke. Had recovered my magic wand, but now my enemy was someone a thousand times more powerful than Mandible. However, my fate was ever clearer. Remember for a moment Cygna my dear mother gave me the courage to penetrate the dimensional rift, and go across the universe. From there, I saw the cracks opened by the hosts of evil and I realized that my first task was to close them all. I helped as I could to the poor guilds attacked mercilessly, and I reached the beautiful lake, where the spirits of my people, turned into swans, awaiting the outcome of the bloody battle.
The last door led me back to the island of Loom, where it all began to make sense. The magical loom was now the center of the universe and its immense power could only be divided again in two worlds and beyond reality. The old man turned Hetchel be critical to the fight against the horrible Chaos. His sacrifice gave me the latest keys to undo the great loom, isolating the spirit of evil on the dark side of the universe. Now, as he takes to the skies with my people, thanks to the infinite intelligence that created the world, giving me the opportunity to play such important work.
THE END
