By: Saralandrielle
Some elves have everything going for them. So did I, until it was all taken away. The forest burned as my sisters screamed, for the home we once had and their purity now lost. We could not innocently live with our heads inside the treeline.
I used to teach the villagers how to paint. And to those more skilled, I taught how to weave magic into the canvas, to have mana flow from one's brush. Perhaps my abilities with the arcane were stronger than I knew, for I have become an Ascended.
I firmly believed in showing the world not as it was, but how one wished to see it. I want to use my magic to do just this, but not as a painter, as a wizard!
Maelforge! I am coming to wipe you away from this world!
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