Today was the day. The day prophesied of old.  The dark forces were gathering, the old man could see it in the stars.  Their world was held in balance by a single thread, and it was the Dark One who held the knife. 

The old man raised his hands to the sky, calling upon their help one last time.  “Find them,” he whispered to the heavens, “Call them as you called me, for we will need them when the time comes.” 

He felt a shudder run through his body as the last of his power flooded through his veins.  He released one last lingering breath before closing his eyes and collapsing to the dusty ground below, finally at peace.