Eight Hundred Years ago…
Travas' POV
I grew up in a life of mediocrity, a life that did not suit someone of my ambitions. My name is Travas. I refuse to use my parents' names for they succumbed to this world's mediocre-enforcing laws. Elves are taught about the Armensian law as early as we can remember. We recited it like a prayer to the old gods, whom I despised just as much. "Travas, you can be whatever you want. Your ambitions are not bigger than everyone else. You could even become the Elder of the Mage Society at a young age and be the first one to do that ever," my mother would say.
