"He sat patiently waiting for his ship home. The war was long over and there was no more need for a battlemage. The children ran around him, playing cheerfully amongst the crates and packages that were on their way to distant lands. As with all children they became curious, about his bright magi cloak, his silvery white hair, his purple eyes, but most of all they were fixated on the blue glow emanating from his hands. He lit up a conjuring, a small crackle as the butterflies flapped away, d...
