Life Mage

Our story began when you were born, twenty-one years ago. Your parents belonged to a disinherited branch of the royal family tree, and though you received the best upbringing they could afford, your life was nothing like that of your irritating royal cousins. You had chores, your house only had one servant (Penelope, a girl about your age whose parents died shortly after she was born), and most importantly, you were taught to respect the sanctity of life in all its forms.

From the time you were very young, it was clear you had magic in your blood. Your gift of magical Sight was often so unsettling, in fact, you had nightmares in which the Wind of Amethyst, pure ****, rose out of the fog and coiled around your neck while you were unable to call upon the Wind of Jade, pure Life, to fight back. Penelope was a great comfort to you on those nights, and the two of you often stayed up entirely too late giggling and chatting as only children can.

Eventually you were sent away to the Colleges of Magic, and you quickly rose through the ranks of the apprentices. The Jade College held you in extremely high regard, and though you had secretly hoped to be ordained by the Bright College, you were nonetheless elated when, just before your twenty-first birthday, you were ordained as a Battle Wizard of the Jade Order. Your sacred duty was now clear: to protect the balance of the Winds of Magic, to obey the Patriarchs of the Colleges of Magic, and (most importantly) to preserve life and purity wherever it may be found.

You've got just enough time to get home for your birthday and see your family for the first time in six years.