The note in the bottle they found was simple:

“

URGENT:

Magic and monsters are real,

and will be awakened soon.

Prepare.

— Konnor

“

At first the couple laughed at it, some trick a person from far off was pulling, but it wouldn’t be until a week later that reports of the exact same message were washing up on shores all around the world, in every written language. The laughing stopped.

People got concerned. In what world could this happen? Was it an elaborate prank pulled off by some kid that had connections everywhere? No, the bottles and notes that were analyzed came up blank on finger prints or any sign of human interference.

As weeks went on Konnor became a well known name, and dedicated groups popped up trying to figure out where or who or even what Konnor was. Someone said that Konnor was a god of sorts, a new being born of some other world.

And then a new wave of bottles came and all they said was:

“

Next daylight will bring darkness.

Forgive her for she has no control

over what she does.

— Konnor

“

This left some people with seconds and others with hours.

And with that the world held it’s breath,

and then erupted all at once.

With lack of understanding and control over these newfound abilities cities crumbled in minutes, countries dismantled in hours, and before anyone could process what had happened the human population had dropped by 38%.

Of course, no one could tell since most communication dropped, no one but me that is. No, I’m not Konnor, he wanted to warn the world, but in a way that would grab their attention, and fast. And the thousands of bottled messages were his solution.

He used what little magic was available to him to do this, and he utilized it impressively. I give him credit for his dedication to the craft, to connecting with me and preparing. He did what he could, and I must say if he hadn’t tried then the world would be in a much more grave position.

...Konner, he died shortly after it began. Already having magic and then having even more pulsing through his veins caused his body to react poorly, overloading itself and causing arguably the worst damage in the world. Most previously existing magic holders didn’t survive, and those that did won’t last much longer.

The monsters were born from the bodies decaying from this overload. Squirming and crying as magically fused atoms formed unnatural illusions of violent life.

I watched hopelessly as the events unveiled themselves to me. I spoke with as many as I could, preparing them through visions.

Now only time will tell if they’ll survive.

...I tried to stop this. I really did. But I messed up, and like Konnor said, forgive me, for I have no control over what I did.

I’m not human, as you’ve probably figured. Instead, I am the magic and the monsters pushing its way through into your world.