Biography
I sit in Karnors Castle with Jabanik hovering over me, dropping little specks of water on my wrinkled brow as I concentrated my mana regeneration, I started to think about my existence. As I thought, I inhaled through my nose, and the scent of death was woven in the air I needed to breathe. I grew sick to my stomach, at the thousands upon thousands of enemy I have laid to waste. The harmless Bixie in Rivervale, the powerful yet vunerable elephant that roams South Karana, the tree snake slithering in Freeport. Did I have to bring their life to an end? No, but I continued to bludgeon them with my staff. No, but I continued to hurl large fireballs upon their frail bodies. No, but I continued to manipulate the elements to attack, Attack, ATTACK!
I stand now, 70 seasons later, many friend and foe lay motionless in my wake of fury. I stand, as glimpses of mana drip from my experienced hands. Countless journeys are worn on my feet, and my eyes sparkle like lightning and tell the story of a thousand tales. With my back pressed against the rough walls of the mighty castle, and elbows propped up with my small knees, I look back up at Jabanik, still hovering upon my side; my best friend. 'We have been through a lot,' I tell my only companion with a heavy heart, and I shed a tear. He looks back down upon me with a warm smile, but cold eyes, and does not say a word. I rise to my feet, and see the veins in Jabanik's hands expand as he graps the cold steel of his swords tightly. It is time to continue to where I see no end, and we disappear into the depths of the castle together...