A cleric's aid overhears the conversation between the old man and the prince.
"So...the legend is true then....the Old woman in the pyramid was correct in believing him to be her son," he thought to himself. "But how did they get this power anyway?"
The Aide, named Clarus, sneaks off back into the corridors and down the southern wing halls to the inner sanctum library. The library has hardly been touched since the wars of the ancients five years ago. Clarus opens the old, dusted door, and lights a lamp on a stand in the old room. He scours the shelves for books on such a phenom, a prodigy. How could such a being exist? There were magic prodigies, but not like this! He looks from various books, from Dragonfire wielders, to Psionic Magi, to Avatars themselves. He could find nothing. Why?
“It’s like nothing I’ve seen before! I’ve read for hours and hours, and hours, and still nothing! Why can’t I find anything?!” Clarus muttered to himself, kicking a shelf. As the shelf shook, a book fell and knocked him on the head.
“OW!” Clarus rubs his head and looks at the dusty old book. It was on the highest shelf, so Clarus wouldn’t have found it, had it not had been for that. As he rubs off the dust and cobwebs, he reads the title:
Mages of the Mystic Wars
“The Mystic Wars?” he asked himself. “But that was millennia ago!”
“Hello?” A voice called.
”!” Clarus grabbed the book and darted to a dark corner, as a bishop walked through the room. “Is anyone in here?”
As the bishop walked in the room, Clarus took the opposite side of the shelf and snuck out of the Old Library, and back up to his quarters. He opens the book to find that a mage and an avatar had a child, and that child’s descendants would have the prince’s powers every 10 generations.
"So that's why....."