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One day there was a falling star that brought magic back to the world. It was subtle, though. It dug into the roots of the earth and replenished over decades. It thrived, because the beings of Terra had long since forgotten how to use such a resource.
Most of them, at least.
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The first to grasp at its' edges were the witches. Neopagans and wiccan types whose knowledge stemmed from older times. Beings who knew at least knew that a tweak of perception was necessary.
Those that grasped at magic hid well behind the veil that perception drew over them, and it was so effective that they could talk in public without ever being known to have actual, real magic.
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So it stayed this way, hidden in plain sight, and although the knowledge of how magic returned remained largely a mystery, the knowledge of it as a resource became known, and there was a great attempt to keep magic hidden from the rest of the world, so that it may start to thrive again.
But as generations past, magic began to affect more than just humans, and the task of keeping it a secret started to expand far greater than anyone could cover up.
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(( This is, what i am at least imagining to be the basis of my ongoing story project. I've struggled with Magic Systems for a long time, but I've decided to draw a lot more from my life than I originally intended, and keeping it "more close to truth than you'd think" ))