More than 200 years ago...
A lone figure sat in silent reflection before a tragic scene as the village went about its business. The white strands of the young man's hair fluttered in the wind like a reflection of the turbulent feelings he was experiencing.
His eyes, blurred by tears, landed on the lifeless bodies before him, and the weight of their presence crushed his spirit.
"I am sorry, mother and father. You weren't able to see me become a reputable mage with your own eyes.
"But I promise you, I will become a worthy mage."
The man's actions spoke volumes about the level of respect he felt for his parents. He gently gathered them in his arms, protecting them from further injury by cradling them in his arms.
He carefully buried the bodies in the graveyard, where they would spend their final days in peace. The holiness of the moment surrounded him as he carried out the ritual with great concentration and respect.
A few weeks later,
