Hopes are strength.
All things that reside within humans vibrate with hidden strength. Strength they never once believed in. Never once sought to tap into. Energy that slowly grew, until it was no longer content with being ignored and forsaken.
There was nothing remarkable about that day. There was no aligning of stars and planets. No wave of energy from the sun. No hidden movement of the plates that made up the surface of the blue-green marble they called Earth. It was a day like any other, wholly unremarkable.
At least, until it began. The events of that day, confused and as poorly recorded as they may have been, would echo through history for as long as history continued to exist. No amount of science or searching would reveal what caused the Awakening, as it would come to be called.
Nobody would even know what it was that brought magic forcefully back into the world.
But, the why didn't matter. What did matter was what happened when it returned...
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