When I was little I wanted to be a mage. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I remember sitting with friends in my Uncle Chad’s apartment (he wasn’t really my uncle, just a friend of my mom’s) watching the trideo. We would sit and watch shows like Magus P . I . and Tales of Atlantis, and I would dream about when I would be a mage like those wise and powerful old guys. I loved to watch the documentaries on the Ancient Wisdom channel about the Great Ghost Dance war. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be rooting for the Ghost Dancers when they used their magic to force the government of the old United States to give them half of North America, but the Ghost Dancers said it was their land, stolen from them by foreigners, and they just wanted back what was theirs. The government tried to kill the tribes, but then the magic became real and the whole world found out just what you could do with it if you wanted to.