It was a stormy night in Moorgate when a young Sorcerer sat in the tower of the Mages' Guild below the feet of an aged man in black robes. Thunder filled the air and a torch barely lit the room, occasionally helped by the lightning outside. The old mage looked at the young one and began to tell his tale:
"A long time ago, when Moorgate was but a village, I lived with my parents in a small hut at the beach. My father barely managed to feed us with the little money he got from working as a fisherman, and my mom was more than busy keeping me and my brother under control." Smiling, he lighted up his pipe. "Well, I remember like it was yesterday. It was a day in autumn, storms blew outside, and I feared the wind would take the roof of our little hut away. My father promised not to go out because my mother was afraid the storm might sink the tiny boat he used to get us fed. But my brother was eager to go and my father knew that he had to just to keep us alive. So he went out to the sea with my brother to bring something home he could sell at the market the next day. He was sure Mom wouldn't be too angry if he came home with a little gold. Alas, he never came back. I was standing at the shore, watching father and Uril sailing out to the sea, when the wind started to become stronger and dark clouds filled the sky. Rain came, thunder and lightning filled the sky, and the small boat seemed to be in serious trouble. I held fast to the leg of my mother, afraid the wind might take me away. My mom just stood and stared as silent tears rolled down her face.
"Then suddenly a large creature appeared. The legendary Kraken came out of the sea. My heart stopped. The air was filled with a supernatural tension I was frozen, unable to move at the sight of the huge monster that was about to kill my father and my beloved brother Uril. I screamed, "NOOOOOO!" Then I felt a sensation filling me with powers I never had imagined to be there. Streams of fire, lightning and ice shot from my hands and hit the beast." Lost in his tale, the old Sorcerer blew a few smoke rings in the air. "I broke down. The next thing I remember is I woke up in a bed with white linen and an old man sat in a chair next to me. The room had walls made of stone and the furniture was scarce, yet exclusive. A marvelous sight for me that had lived in poverty all his life. "Rest, young one, for you are weak now, but I shall help you to master the powers you posess." Confused, I looked at the old man with his white beard and that long robes. After some explanations he introduced himself as Leu Vatar, a legendary Sorcerer at that time.
"I became his apprentice, never to see my parents or my brother again. I missed them for a while but my master taught me a lesson. Having a gift like that mustn't be wasted, nor may it stay uncontrolled by the will of its owner. After decades of learning I returned from Leu Vatar's tower deep in the Dark Blizzard Pass to Moorgate to become myself a tutor of the fine art of Sorcery, knowing that I had to find young ones like you that carry the gift of the elements inside themselves and help them to master their powers. I may have lost my family, but I have received a gift beyond the imagination of most mortals. Feel blessed, young one, that you are one of them!" With that, the old Sorcerer waved his arms and the storm outside began to tie down, becoming a gentle breeze, and the lightning and thunder stopped. With a low "Hur hur hur!" he showed the young elven Sorcerer out of his rooms and said, "Use your powers wisely, youngin', and you may become a master of the elements too one day!".
Reported by a young elven sorcerer
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