Prologue

Merlin sighed, as his conscious swept over the country side as he flew over the small town nestled near the coast of the Gulf of Mexico.

 I guess it's that time again. He thought to himself. 

Nine hundred years had past since the last gathering. Where he had taken Arthur and his knights into the Atlantis Guild training program. While the different sects and clans from earth always had better showings in the tournament for resources, the guild trainees were always stronger in the long run. 

He felt as if he had just talked to Arthur before him and his knights were sent off on an exploratory mission, looking for the last traces of the demonic sect his traitorous sworn brother had set up. Thinking back he realized it was just over one hundred and fifty years ago.

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I really need to follow up on them and see if there have been any updates sent to the guild.

Bringing himself back on his task, Merlin concentrated his focus on the occupant in the small apartment below him. Matt Breaux, disabled veteran from America's wars in the middle east. Severe spinal trauma had left him as a husk of the soldier he once was. He had a guant six foot frame with an unruly mop of sandy blonde hair. His eyes were the only thing that set him apart, the piercing ice blue eyes seemed to see beyond this reality. He watched as Matt spun the pistol on the small kitchen table. The only other things on the table being a near empty bottle of whiskey and a half dozen bottles of prescription medications. 

Matt's high essence affinity was why Merlin was here. 

The Guilds best possible recruit was strung out and suicidal, seems par for the course. Looks like I better intervine and give him our offer for a new lease on life. 

The invisibility spell in the sky wavered like a desert mirage before fading into nothing as Merlin appeared in the small kitchen. 

Looking down the barrel of a pistol was a new experience for Merlin. While it wouldn't kill him, he knew a chunk of metal moving at over a thousand feet per second would still hurt like a bitch. As he looked over the top of the pistol into the cold blue eyes of a killer, Merlin's demeanor perked up. 

"Let's lower the pistol for a minute Matt, I believe I have an offer for you that's out of this world."