A/N: Hi! As the summary specified, this story is being co-written between Lord Energy and Firestorm Nauralagos. I, Firestorm, will be writing chapter one, and Lord Energy will write chapter two, and so on. This will be the back-story of Evan Starblade, an O.C. from The Destiny of Fire's Song. Comments, questions and constructive criticism are welcome, but flames are not. Also, when reviewing L.E.'s chapters, please be nice. He's younger than me, I'll say that much, and he's not very experienced in the ways of fan fiction. This will be his first story.

Disclaimer: Jeg ejer ikke Wizard101. KingsIsle gør. (That's Danish, by the way.)

Starlin smiled down at the baby boy in her arms. His powder blue eyes were open, blinking at the light. A small tuft of light brown hair stuck up on his head, like a rooster's feathers.

"What will you call him, Starlin," her husband asked, stepping closer to his wife. The woman thought for a moment, staring at her son's face.

"Evan. His name is Evan."

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"Lion! Lin! Get down here!" Evan ran his palm over his ragged, spiky brown hair. He heard a crashing noise coming from the kitchen, and then his mother's yell. "Astin! Will you come help me, PLEASE?" Starlin's tone was getting desperate. Evan sighed. He was lucky that his younger siblings, Lionel and Aislin, hadn't found the secret passage to the attic yet. Lionel, even at age seven, could get into more mischief than four boys twice his age, and a litter of puppies besides. Aislin, age four, could and would climb ANYTHING. Cabinets, trees, bookshelves, the railing on the side of the stairs, everything tall enough to provide a challenge. Together, the two of them could nearly tear down the house. Luckily, Astin, their father, only worked part time, and Starlin didn't leave for work at all. She painted for a living, mostly scenes from Celestia, her original home. The paintings sold well in Dragonspyre, where no one had ever seen Celestia, or any other world, for that matter. The two of them could manage the two bundles of energy and trouble they called their youngest children. Slowly, Evan's thoughts drifted away from the attic, the sounds of screaming fading into a soft buzz. He dreamed of Celestia, and of Wizard City, homes to the Schools of Magic. Fire, Ice, and Storm, the first three, and then Life and Death, Balance, Sun, Moon, and Star. He didn't have a particular preference as to which one he entered, but Death had always been an interest of his. The yearning to visit Celestia came from his mother, who constantly wished to return to her home in the underwater city. Someday, when he was a very powerful wizard, he would travel there . . .

"Evan! Come help me and your mother!" The shout pulled the boy back into the real world, erasing all dreams of swirling patterns of stars, of perfect cerulean water, and of sea life of all different kinds. His light blue eyes flew open, and he stood slowly, grumbling to himself about the unfairness of it all. Slowly, he climbed down through the steep, narrow passage, slid the wall in his bedroom aside, and stepped out. Evan disguised his passage easily, dusted himself off, and went to help his parents in the kitchen.

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Today, Lion and Lin got into the pots and pans cupboard. Lin pulled all the pots out and threw them on the floor, while Lion snooped for candy in the lower cupboards. I had to clean up while Mom and Dad took care of those two, Evan wrote. It's getting annoying. I'm always the one that has to clean up after them. It's not like I have nothing else to do, you know. I have to get ready for school. Speaking of school, I'm leaving for Ravenwood next week. Summer in Dragonspyre has been hot, uncomfortable, and boring, as usual. I'm sick of the Crucible, I'm sick of walking all the way to the Necropolis for pre-magic school every day, and I'm sick of doing everything around this house. If Monday doesn't hurry up and get here, I'm going to walk to the Basilica myself.

With a sign, Evan closed his notebook and hid it under the board in the ceiling. No one would find it in the attic. He tossed the pencil into the hiding place, and then he stood and started walking down the hidden staircase to his bedroom.

"Evan, are you packed for school yet? You have three days until we leave!"

"I'm working on it," he called back, pulling his orange suitcase out from under the bed. On his wall, a packing list was taped, and he glanced at it. "No clothes, as uniforms will be provided. Works for me. You may bring books, drawing supplies, writing supplies, or any other form of entertainment, just so long as you remember that homework must be done first. Sure." He picked up several books, most on Celestia or the Seven Schools. Those filled about half of the suitcase. He added his other two notebooks, the ones that were full. He wouldn't put it past Lion and Lin to be snooping in his bedroom the minute he was gone. The last things he packed were an amulet from his grandfather and his half full notebook. The amulet was spiraling and black, with a skull and crossbones in the middle. It was said to be usable if the wearer was a Legendary wizard. He wasn't about to leave the amulet for his brother and sister. It was all he had left from Mortis Starblade, Legendary Necromancer.

A/N: As I said above, chapter two will be written by Lord Energy. For this chapter, be as harsh as you want, excluding flames. No flames. At all. Period. For his chapter, don't even be harsh. Be nice to my little brother. If you have a comment that cannot be said nicely (but ISN'T a flame) P.M. me, or review one of my stories with your comment. Don't scar his confidence. Pretty please.