“He noticed that the burden is not there to push him down: they’re there to push him forwards, to train him! And that bravery is not never being afraid! It’s being afraid, and still doing it!” — The Narrator
Prolouge:
Before I tell you this story, you need to believe in something… magic. Magic is everywhere, in lava, water, air, and even in hell; it moves through the universe like blood. But this magic… this one’s different.
Before time had a name, five guardians worked together to create the place you are now: Earth. Time, Ground, Air, Water, Lava: the five guardians, the five beings that made the universe, but his story isn’t about them, it’s about a young boy… Jim Lake. It all happened on a small island called Asphalt Island.Jim was the kind of kid who was often overlooked, like quiet background noise. Until one day, the world dropped a war god on his neck. Sent by the guardians themself. In that necklace, an ancient god lived with the powers of war and hell. But Jim didn’t let it break him. With a few friends and the occasional god, he saved the world from minor chaos to full-blown apocalypse.
My inspiration
The Trollhunters.
The Trollhunters is one of my favorite series. It’s about a boy named James Lake Jr. finding an amulet made by the most powerful wizard, Merlin. With that amulet, he could summon the sword of daylight that could kill any troll. So with the help of his friends and a few nice trolls, he defeated the most powerful of trolls: Gunmar the Black. But why is Trollhunters important? Because that series is the reason Magmorak: The Lost Fire exists.
The beginning.
One day in English class, we had an assignment: Make any fiction story, so that’s what I did. About 300 words wasted on something called: Blasto. Little did I know that story would begin the story of Magmorak. It was the story of any normal fiction story: a single child, getting bullied, parents die, gets powers. But that’s where I stopped, Jim getting his powers, AKA what we know of now as the end of chapter 1.
The Remembrance.
I forgot about the story for the next 2 years. I continued in school, I went back to doing digital art, and life was normal, until I remembered that I made a story called Blasto. I went to my Word document and read it a bit. I fixed some mistakes, and though I have never written for myself, I felt something pull me into the book, so I continued it. 1 chapter became 2, 2 chapters became 4, and 4 chapters became 7. Between the making of those 7 chapters, I upgraded, I made a TikTok account, I made a Notion page, I made an Excel graph, and I stopped using Notion (it made my pc into a jet engine.)