Terrence had left Breanna reluctantly, casting a look over his shoulder before heading to his study. He'd have liked to stay for her meeting with Sam, a surely interesting time, but he'd done enough dallying. He had work to do.
Heaving the book onto his wide wooden desk, he sat down with a sigh and started his research.
The spidery script was faded in spots and proved difficult to read, but was nonetheless fascinating.
It detailed the events and reasons leading up to the creation of the boundary. Essentially, evil magic had run amuck. Power hungry wizards, in their greed for more power, laid waste to a good portion of the world, killing and destroying without compunction. Those who suffered most during this mad time were the mundanes - those born with no magic. 'Twas their farms that were destroyed, their livestock and children who were being killed. All for the sake of a few who just refused to be content with what they had.