The ancient fortress stood on a craggy, windswept ridge on the western slope of Mount Mystery. Miles of dense, shadowy forest guarded by fearsome creatures separated it from the rest of Magica. Most people had forgotten the fortress was even there. But to those who remembered, it was a reminder of the Old Times, when Magica was not the peaceful place it was now.
A gaunt man with glittering amber eyes stood at a high window staring down at the forest. He heard a grunt and turned to see that a troll had entered.
"What is it?" the man demanded.
The troll grunted again. A puff of magic energy rose above him, showing a rough image of ugly troll teeth tearing into food.
Hungry. The trolls were hungry.
"You'll have to wait a little longer," the man said. "But soon you'll have all the food you want."
He stepped over to the contraption in the center of the room. He'd finished building it moments ago. It was a mishmash of many things: dragon bones and scales, leather-bound books, stones gathered from the Cave of the Unknown, and more. At the very top of the pile was an ancient human skull bleached white by time. The man rubbed his hands together and placed them over the skull's eye sockets. The machine shuddered to life and belched out an image: a map of all of Magica. Tiny red dots glowed here and there. Hundreds of them!
The man smiled.
The Secret Eye worked, just as the ancient writings had predicted. This would make things much easier.
It was time to go and take what was rightfully his.