Thesemar's Origin- One day, in my home village, a death occured. This was uncommon, as we lived to be thousands of cycles old. It would have followed the normal proceeding, but the one who died had only lived for 238 cycles. This disturbed the Elders (who have amassed over 16 thousand cycles, while most live to 6 or 8) and they did an ancient form of divination to find the culprit, as the person had not died from natural causes. When the Elders had completed their Rite, they called all of the village into our standing circle of stones. Then the wove a wall between the stones, so that none may leave. Only after ten thousand cycles was someone trained in the arts of magic, so none of us had training, and would be unable to escape. Then, they said my name.
I was horrified. I had never dreamed of harming anyone, for we were a peaceful race. All the village turned on me, as if in slow motion, and looked at me agast, in disbelief and pain. Those looks cut me to my soul.
I had been practicing magic for 20 cycles, which was forbidden. But I found I had a natural apptitude for it, and could no more hold back my power than hurt another life form. So I had begun to practice in secret, as there was no other option, unless I wished for random things in the near vicenity to explode, or fly about the place and possible harm someone. I have come to believe that is this that drew their divination Rite to me, for I had no hand in the death of another. Or perhaps they had found I was doing magic, and had jumped to conclusions, though this is unlikely, as were are a calm, methodical race.
I fled. There was little choice, as there is no punishment other than death for murder. They would have turned me to dust, and sent me away on the wind. But I had found my magic, and I was not willing to die so soon. So, with my meager knowledge in magic, I tore a hole through their wall, and ran into the forest, sped by my wings. I believe that they were stunned, and this is why they did not follow me. It was entirely unheard of to be able to do what I had just done. So I ran, and ran, and ran. At length I slowed to a walk, sorrow etching my heart. I had lived with those for 1793 cycles, and they were all I knew.
As I walked, I began to realize that my senses seemed to grow stronger, more vivid. This was odd, but I continued walking, as I still feared they would find me. The more I walked, the stronger my senses got, and I was quite astounded by all the different things I now saw, heard, felt, and smelled. I could even taste the scents on the air! As I rounded a large tree, I saw two trees directly in front of me. They seemed to be identical versions of each other, and were close together. As this was quite an oddity, I moved closer to investigate. I could see the air between the two shimmered and flowed, as if it were a liquid form of heat waves. Intruiged, I reached out toward it, for I knew it was magic, but I had never seen nor heard of such a thing. When my hand touched it, my senses exploded into vibrant, vivid, overpowering
colors, smells, and tastes. When I woke, I was in MagicDuel.
My curiosity for magic has not ceased, only grown stronger. I intend to delve into magic in ways none have ever thought of before, or believed was possible. I will rise or dive into magic where it may be found, and wish to understand it more than any other thing. Magic is my passion, and my future.
Some of my creatures
My main weakness, which occasionally is a strength, is my tendency to occasionally meander into incomprehensible insanity.
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For
there was no way to traverse the clandestine child, an immaterial pit
of choking laughter, and soiled pancreas. Yet, when I pressed the
liquid button, I was thrown back into the eclipse of time, and drenched
by and odd assortment of dairy products and upholstery. This was
because of my lack of commitment to the eerie music that had committed
larceny and other miscellaneous crimes against my tickled orange
grandmother.
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