Kazyr wandered from many years, unaware of exactly how much time had passed, and uncaring. His hair was still long and white, and his face still young. The goddess's grant of immortality on him still held.
The wizard visited many planets and star systems, and was intrigued by them all. He was surprised how many worlds had people that looked like just like his own. Some had magic, and some didn't. But he watched them all. However he didn't find a purpose for himself like he had hoped. Even so, his wandering gave him a feeling of being alive, and he was happy with that.
Finally, Kazyr arrived at a small green planet with a likewise green moon orbiting around it. He found that curious, having never seen an inhabited moon before. The wizard debated whether he should visit the moon or the planet first, but his thoughts were broken when a beam of light shot from the planet below and struck his prism.
The vessel shook, and Kazyr realized to his horror that the magic woven around its core was unraveling. The mage had no choice but land before the prism's magic completely gave out. Kazyr glanced. The moon or the planet? Well, the planet definitely held a danger since something down there had shot him. And he had no time to quibble about this. Very well then, the moon.
Kazyr gradually came to, realizing that he was sprawled on a grassy plain. A small prism about the size of a granola bar lay next to him, shattered. Kazyr groaned, both because of the soreness in his body and because he knew that he was now stranded on this world.
The wizard sat up, and suddenly stopped his bellyaching. He could now sense a power as ancient as his own, and it didn't belong to any deity. Perhaps that person could help explain some things to him.
Kazyr put the fragments of his now miniaturized prism into his magic pouch and scrambled to his feet and tottered off towards the power's source. He saw a large city ahead of him, but much to his surprise, the power source wasn't inside the city, but rather outside, and a good distance outside. Kazyr soon could see that the city was next to an ocean, causing him to believe that the place would be a good source of commerce, and better yet, information. But first, the power. Who held this power?
He kept trudging forward, and a stone monument came into view. Perhaps this person was a hermit wizard or a reclusive sage. Kazyr quickened his pace as his body continued to recover from his crash. The monument had a sort of engraving on it, and was sitting on top of a large earthen mound.
But Kazyr's hopes fell as he realized that the monument sheltered no hideout for any living soul, but was rather a tomb. And as Kazyr touched the worn stone with a hand, he realized that the tomb was several thousand years old. But the fact that there was still so much power lingering here bothered him. Who was this man buried here? What power did he possess that would still be active after all these millennia?
Kazyr intended on finding out. After all, he was a wizard of some note, and speaking to someone's ghost was no great matter. Spirit summoning was hardly an area of his expertise, but the spell was simple enough.
He pointed at the earthen mound and commanded it to rise. The ground crumbled away and the wizard set the mound and the monument on top of it off to the side. Then he used his magic to shift through the ground to find this person's coffin. Upon locating it, that too was levitated out of the coffin and set off to the side.
Kazyr looked at the stone lid of the coffin, noting that there were several carvings upon it. They seemed to dictate a story. The engravings were dull with age, and Kazyr spoke a few words of magic so that they would outline themselves in a bluish glow. Slowly, the outlining spread from where Kazyr aimed his spell, and the whole coffin was covered in a blue aura.
Then much to his surprise, the lighting changed, fading out of blue and into a soft lavender with a hint of silver. He noticed a glow behind him, and saw that the words on the monument had also begun to shine. But Kazyr couldn't read the language they were in.
The wizard turned back to the coffin, and followed the carvings with his hand, trying to piece together their tale. First there were four people standing triumphant before the dead body of some sort of titan. One of the people was a woman. And another had pointed ears; probably an elf. Then there was a picture of a floating city. The pointy-eared man and the woman stood next to each other, so Kazyr took it to mean that they had ruled that city together. Afterwards, one of the other four people and the pointy-eared man fought a huge dragon. The elf's friend died, and the elf was not happy. He talked with a group of demons, and lead them into battle. The man captured a woman, and rays of light emanated from her. Perhaps she was a goddess? Then the man was killed by a young boy who rescued the woman.
"So this man, this elf, must be the one who is buried here," murmured Kazyr. "His power is strong, but yet I do not sense evil behind it. I suppose the people of his world didn't like him very much, and that's why he was buried all the way out here."
Kazyr turned back to the writings on the monument and cast a spell, transforming the words into something he could read.
"Here lies the body of Magic Emperor Ghaleon," he read aloud. "Though he was once one of four heroes that saved our world, he later tried to destroy it. By rights he should be buried as an accursed memory, but our world would not exist if he had not saved us before. For whatever reason caused his downfall, may his troubled soul rest in peace."
Kazyr turned back to the coffin. "Troubled soul? I sense no regret in his ghost. He is at peace. And so I really must regret disturbing him, but I must know what's going on. This is strange. They thought he was evil, and yet I can't sense it. They thought he was troubled, but I don't sense that either. Well, one way to find out."
The wizard magically lifted the lid of the coffin off and set it off to the side. The skeleton inside was draped inside a set of robes and with odd sort of shoulder armor around it. A helmet lay clutched on its chest. Both the armor and helmet were a lavender color. Kazyr wondered if the man's power had been responsible for the change in coloring of his magic, although that shouldn't be possible since he was dead.
Kazyr pulled an ivory chip clasped around a golden chain from his magical pouch. Alteration magic was his specialty, and his charm was one of his finest works because of the the strength at which it could alter reality. The common thief wouldn't see any use for such magic beyond turning lead into gold. But Kazyr's artifact could do something much more powerful. It could invoke the possibility that the dead person wearing it was really alive.
The wizard held the charm in his hand and uttered the words to his spirit summoning spell. He could feel the dead man's soul was resentful at his intrusion, but Kazyr's will insisted. And at last, the shimmering image of a silver-haired man with pointed ears appeared above the coffin.
"Waas volst dai fon mih?!" asked the ghost in an angry tone of voice. "Ven denkest dai min gra tzo dym saika?!"
Kazyr shook his head. Of course they wouldn't understand each other. Since he was on a different planet, it would only be natural that the two would speak different languages. Kazyr spoke the words to another spell, this one calling for the alteration of his words so that the two beings could communicate.
"What do you want of me?" the spirit demanded. "Who do you think you are to dig up my grave like this?!"
"My name is Kazyr," Kazyr respectfully replied. The wizard bowed low in greeting. "I am a wizard who has traveled the stars for many years. My ship was struck by a strange beam of light originating from the planet around which this moon orbits. And so I've been stranded on this world. My powers are great, as you can tell from the strength I expended in bringing your soul back into the world of the living."
The ghost interrupted him, its patience running low. "If you're so powerful, why did you have to disturb my sleep? Each moment I spend here pains my soul. Tell me your purpose and be done with it!"
"Quite simply, I need your help," Kazyr replied calmly. "You see, I want to get down to that planet and find out what damaged my craft. If I can learn what sort of magic hurt my ship, then I might be able to repair the damage and leave. Is there a way to travel from this planet to the one below?"
"You mean the Blue Star?" asked the spirit.
"It doesn't look blue to me," Kazyr muttered.
"Oh, it was once," admonished the ghost. "It appears that the people of this world have succeeded in recolonizing the Blue Star. That would be why it is now green with life rather than the icy blue of the frozen wastes.
"I do know of a way to get to the Blue Star from this world. There is a tower, the Star Tower, far to the southeast of here in the desert. Legend has it that the tower can transport people to the Blue Star. Since the Blue Star appears to have been colonized, I'm assuming that the legend is true. But the legends also say that the way to the Blue Star is guarded from intruders. Since you are not from this world, it may be very difficult for you to enter the tower."
Kazyr dismissed the ghost's warning. "I'm likely more powerful than anything currently living on this moon."
The ghost smugly took that to mean that Kazyr did not think himself more powerful than the spirit before him was.
"However," Kazyr continued, "I am unfamiliar with this land and its customs. And for that, I could use your help in reaching this desert. I don't know the terrain, and I doubt I have the monetary currency you use here."
"Well, you're out of luck there," the ghost smirked. "Try as you like, but you will find you are not strong enough to wrench my soul from my resting place. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to sleep. My concerns are no longer that of the living."
Now it was Kazyr's time to smirk. "Oh, I bet I could make it your concern again." He held up the hand holding the golden chain, and the ivory chip glinted in the sunlight. "See this? I understand you were cut from life before your time."
"I have no regrets," the ghost swiftly stated, already guessing the charm's purpose, although he had never known any mortal on Lunar who possessed the means to accomplish it.
"Do you?" Kazyr shrewdly inquired. He played with the charm in his hand. "I offer you a bargain. You take me to the Star Tower, and I'll offer you the gift of life."