As you know these are just ideas flowing at this point. They may be changing as I may have other ideas emerging from somewhere in my brain while I sleep!!!!
There was once in the days of “ The Orichalcum Order of Magi“. Ali Lrazen was a magician who had great wealth, land, and merchandise. But, he desired to become the wisest and greatest magi that ever lived. One day an affair of great importance was available for him and it was a considerable distance from his homelands. He left on horseback with only a cloak and a bag into which, he put a few biscuits and dates.
Five days after his journey started he found he had very little left to eat and drink. He came to the realization that he did not seem to be on the right road. He was overtaken by heat, thirst, and hunger. He found some trees and a fountain and stopped to rest and drink. He was breathing to himself a strong desire that some spirit from the other world, would generously assist him to arrive at his destination. He knew not what else to do. A very tall man came to him. This man appeared to have the sage and venerable respect one would afford an ancient wise man. He had a very pleasing smile upon his countenance; and, addressing him by his name, told him that he was disposed to help him. He also graciously said thou shalt obtain the reputation thou so ardently desirous of being a prudent man and a great magician. ’
The stranger’s predictions were duly made and duly fulfilled. Thenceforward he maintained a constant communication with the Ali who, strange to say, never questioned him The stranger also never exacted anything from him in return for his invaluable, but hazardous, assistance. But then—-