Long ago, wizards and witches roamed the lands as abundant as the stars in the sky. There was one or two in every town; they helped heal the sick, cure the heartbroken, foresaw the future, helped individuals regain their courage, and gave them back their vitality, even their youth. All was calm among the magical world and humans. Of course, not all wizards were kind and helped those in need. There were others that did nothing but harm, cause havoc, and even death to those that crossed their paths. Nevertheless, those were few and lived apart from others; far into the depths of wooded areas, dens, or other isolated places.
Many humans would tell stories of these witches and how anyone could pay them a visit, day or night. Witches invited the sick, old, and young into their homes; the smell of herbs and flowers filled the air. They were the doctors of the town, and their homes were the apothecaries. Some had the strangest remedies to all maladies. One witch in particular, lived in the Alpes and she prescribed eating garlic at certain time of day to heal a tooth ache or maybe a broken heart. It was strange indeed, but if they followed her instructions to the letter it worked all the time. Another witch lived somewhere in the south ordered to drink milk thistle on a full moon. No human questioned their ways and every time results were achieved by these simple antidotes.
For years this was the way of life. Mostly because Merlin had paved the path for other extraordinary wizards to follow in his footsteps. When Merlin became King Arthur’s pundit, it inspired other boys to become the next great leader, but Merlin had disappeared from public view to never be seen again. Wanting to perpetuate Merlin’s legacy, Balendin, mentored by Merlin, took on the responsibility to continue teaching the next adroit student.