With the purple sun finally rising in the west of the mage city of Duskfall a young child drags himself out of bed, checking himself in the mirror he becomes a little disgruntled just like every morning not happy with the scarring he gave him self a year ago when he lost control of his spells burning his face with a what was ment to be a simple fire spell.
Only the spell would be simple if he was a class two caster only he was still a simple child only just been tought circulating energy and simple forming lessons.
His parents were disappointed in the young child named Atarum at this point they expected more from him, born on peak day during the year of the lightning god, each persons base element is usually shown to them by the day of their birth and proven fact on the day of the awakening at the age of sixteen, during the ages of growth children are taught the basics of control and circulation and by the age of eight taught prime spells to help the child learn which elements best suit their life while giving them basic abilities to life.
Prime spells range from basic wisps of fire as small as a candle flame to light stoves, small torrents of water and moving of water to help create and purify drinking water all the way to earth spells that change the composition of the soil to grow plants and wind flow to dry thing.
His parents expected him to stand above his peers just like they did when they were younger, at his age of seven they were already taught class one spells and had mastered all the prime spells required of them but apparently none of their skill or talents passed onto him.
The boy continued to struggle for the rest of his childhood by the time he turned eight to truly be taught the primes where he barely learnt half of them preferring to wonder the school grounds skipping classes, the teacher could never settle the child always running around or even becoming disruptive to rest of his fellow classmates.
The longer this went on the more people started to avoid him but a small group of people his truely best friends.Thanks to them he stayed grounded and was able to slowly improve. Always been the peppy one of the group, dragging the group off to the odd adventures never running out of energy.
Eventually it came time for the Awakening Ritual...
Three hundred and twenty four teenages stood eagerly before the six grand elders of the mage school, each elder represented a major element one of wind, water, fire, earth, light and darkness.
The awakening test was easy to perform, each child gave up a small drop of blood infused with their raw energy then the elders perform a small scale ritual which triggers the blood to transform into a different state of energy depending on the childs true element.
The blood may become a small ball of fire, a strong gust of wind, a waterball or even a small spire of earth it all changes depending on the child in some cases a child with strong connections can have their blood change into a stronger form then the normal, a simple gust of wind is now a mini tornado.
The teenagers of Duskfall slowly took turns becoming true mages of their generation, the teenagers mainly been split amongst the four major elements of the world while one or two of them were shown to be born of the light a rather rare element.
Eventually it was Atarum's turn to be selected for his awakening ritual. The crowd not as interested as they were at the start now that most if them now have their own element, so when Atarum stood on the podium nobody but the grand elders noticed the purple tint that his blood gave off as the ritual begain.
It wasn't till the first bolt of lightning hit the ritual circle that everyones attention snapped back to the sixteen year old who now stood there with a shocked face of his own, it was the second bolt of lightning that woke the grand elders up from their own stupor with one shouting "A lightning lord!".
It's been twelve year's since the day the young boy became known as one of the lightning lords, a group of mages who's bloodlines contained that extra spark they were a rare breed that had a mix of wind and fire that created static in the environment that they controlled and enhanced for combat.
Atarum now a man trained hard to control a energy that no one in Duskfall could use themselves, the man having faced many others in combat using static control through his own body to enchant his body with strength and speed and instant lighting strikes, started on a new focus of external spells.
This unfortunately didn't end well for the man having figured out how to change most of his body to static and was able successfully transfer himself over long distance.
The only cost was he soon burn himself out with over expending his life energy.. the man turned his self into ash in the wind..