He unfolded the worn sheepskin paper, its scribbled handwriting quite messy — it seemed Selwyn could hardly steady his hand while writing this letter.
"I don't know what name you're using now, so I can only call you an old friend, a term I believe you would acknowledge. After all, we share a bond worth thirteen silver coins..."
Amberser read the words on the page calmly; the will did not describe a tragic future of his death, nor did it mention anything else, only the old man's reminiscence of his life before death.
From learning magic as a youth, to meeting the love of his life, and finally watching that love leave him.
Amberser commented with a sigh, "The inevitable path of a Diviner Mage."
A young man achieves early success, gains wealth and glory, then realizes that destiny is a pitfall, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink, until you're certain that no amount of effort could help.
