You try to hide the book from your mother, but it's too late. She's seen what you were reading. She sighs and closes the door behind her
"I had hoped it would not be you, but the Book chooses whom it will"
"The book ... chooses?" you ask, confused
"Yes. It chose you. Do you think we'd just have that book sitting out in the open? Or did you see that book here yesterday when you were in this office?"
"I don't think so ... but I assumed I just hadn't noticed?"
"No, it wasn't here. The Book manifests to the one it chooses. And it's chosen you. I suppose there's no use delaying it now." She motions to the book. "Continue reading"
You look back at the book, frightened by her words and the implication behind them. Chosen for what? For this spell it just mentioned? What is it you have to do? You open your mouth to refuse, but you find yourself speechless, and you feel a compulsion to read the book
"No one can fight the Book forever" she tells you "My grandmother tried to refuse it. For three long years, she refused to open it. The Book kept appearing before her. She tried to bury it, threw it in a fire, tossed acid on it. But no use. The next day it would appear, and one day she opened the book without though. She tried to close her eyes, but her eyes would not close. She tried to look away, but no matter where she turned her head, the book would be right in front of her. She even tried gouging her eyes out, but no use. The words appeared in her mind"
You faintly remembered your great grandmother, blind, with a bandage around her eyes. No one had ever told you what happened to her eyes until now
"I'm so sorry. You've been Chosen"
You turn back to the book and open it, accepting your fate
"... These were the words spoken by the Great Enemy, the Forgotten Lord, He Who Forgotten Himself. But not all was lost, for there was another of equal power, one who had once counted him as a friend. She used all her power to try to stop him, but she was too late, and in the end, her power only kept the Forbidden Knowledge safe within this tome. And you, dear reader, have been chosen to continue her work, preserving this knowledge, and seeking to undo the spell, just as another has been chosen to continue the Forgotten Lord's work"
And so you read the story of the Forgotten War, the story of how a group of enlightened sorcerers sought to bring about a world of wonders, to bring magic to the masses, to cast down the mighty and uplift the downtrodden, to bring about a world where everyone had all they needed. And you read further, and learned of the ways of Magic. Not the stuff of fairy tales, but a true power behind all the universe
The great wizards of the time feared their loss of power if everyone had magic, and they tried to destroy these sorcerers, who formed a great army they called the Army of Light. The war was destructive, and many died on both sides, but the Army of the Light gained the upper hand, and the great wizards' armies fell back
And then the Forgotten Lord proposed to the other wizards a great plan to reverse their losses. He made a great spell of Forgetting, which would, he promised them, cause the Army of Light to forget their powers and their goal, to restore the world to what it was before
But the spell was much stronger than expected, and the spell spread over the whole world, and all magic was forgotten. All the wizards lost their power. All charmed weapons lost their charm. Floating castles fell to the ground. Those Who Could Change Form found themselves trapped in whatever form they were in when the spell was cast, and forgot that they had ever been anything else
Without magic, the great wizards were but merely frail scholars, and the remnants of the Army of Light easily defeated them, though they did not remember why they hated them, only that they did
Even the Forgotten Lord himself forgot why he had cast the spell. He remembered only that he had, and how to maintain it. He believed himself heroic in his act, having forgotten even the greed that motivated him. The Keeper of Memory alone remembered the full story of the war. And so the Forgotten Lord passed his self-appointed duty to the Forgetters, just as the Keeper of Memory appointed another to Remember
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