It starts as all things should…

At the beginning.

A dark sky, dotted with stars.

Lines appear, joining the stars to form a
phrase…

Cured

An Aquarion Production.

They say.

They fade away, and the camera pans down
as the story begins…

Chapter the First

Flames.

That’s what the reddish tinge was,
Flames.

They were getting quite high now, licking
the branches of the trees like they were looking for a night to
remember.

Normally there would be fire-engines or
something, except in the forests of a land where Magic was prized
over science any day of the week (except possibly Thursday)
Fire-engines were not so much late as “I suppose it might have
been a good idea to invent them” type thing.

Plus this was a forest. An old, dry
forest. Even if there had been a local fire station, the chances of
any of the forest being recoverable were slim.

Watching the fire were two men. The first
was the leader of the village. The second was a man who we will come
to shortly. Suffice to say at this point that he is the instigator of
this conflagration, which is to say that he started the fire. In
fact, stuff shortly, let us look at him right now.

When this person looks into his bedroom
mirror at night, which he does every night, it is obvious that he
sees a God of Men. Tall, Sleekly muscled, with the hair that would go
on TV declaiming that they were “worth it”. The problem was
that to the rest of the world he wasn’t. Admittedly he was tall,
but his hair did not look cut so much as mown. And as for “sleekly
muscled”, it would apply only if you could also pin that label
on Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

At this point the writer could leave it,
point at him and laugh and call him Mr Stereotype. This is s type of
person who doesn’t really need a name. And even if he had one
you would instantly forget it. But, for narrative simplicity we shall
give him a name. We shall call him Roger.

“I didn’t mean for this to
happen” said Roger, unnecessarily, “I was only…”

“I’d save the excuses son.”
Said the Leader who, for the record, was not Rogers father. Nor
wanted to be.

“What do you mean?” Ask the
bespectacled one (did we mention the glasses? No? He wears glasses.)

The Leader said nothing, but pointed at a
button. The button was blue, and behind a slim pane of glass. Which
someone, in defiance of all probability, had set into a tree and
written upon it some words. Those words were:

In case of emergency, break glass.

“I think,” said the Leader,
looking at the ashen remains of the village, “this counts.”
He broke the glass.

There was a blue flash.

A couple of seconds a blue shimmering area
appeared and a man stepped of it.

“Who the Hell are you?” asked
Roger.

“My name is Sapphire Kael Da Blue”
Said Sapphire Kael Da Blue “But call me Sapphire, And I am one
of the 7 most powerful Magicians in this dimension”

“And what have you got to do with
this village?”

“Easy” Said Sapphire with a hard
edge that hadn’t been there before “I was born here.”

“Oh” Said Roger.

“Bugger” He added.

“So” Said the tall Magician in
the blue robe “How exactly did you burn down my village?”

Roger paused. There were two options here.
One, he could attempt to fob Sapphire off with a lie or Two, he could
tell the truth.

Of the 7 members of the Rainbow, who
comprised the 7 most powerful magicians in the world, Roger happened
to know that Blue and Green had cornered the mind reading side of
things. That was Sapphire and his girlfriend Emerald. Lying was not,
then, a good idea.