Huff. I don't like waiting like this. I guess I really don't have any choice in complaining, as you can't really get angry at a king for requesting your audience. It's just one of those things that you don't do. Besides, I think the main reason I feel like this is because I'm excited. I need to stop tapping my foot though, that guard is started to look annoyed. He doesn't even really need to be there. There are plenty of guards at the castle entrance; it seems a little excessive in my opinion. Whatever.

Again, I guess I can't exactly be bothered by complaining either. The man did save my life. Hugh, don't go there.

Try as I might, my mind wandered back to my first real memories. A lot of fire, that much I know. Where it came from I can only guess. I glance down at my hands, and know I have a few ideas, but simply shrug, trying not to dwell on that. It doesn't work.

It's kind of interesting when I maul over it later in life. Well, not really later, since it's only been about three months. Which reminds me, I need to find out when my birthday is. Sighing, I try again not to remember that day. Again, I fail.

The smell of burning wood, and god knows what else, are what figure most prominently in my memories. There was a faint herb under smell to go along with the wood. The fire was just… Everywhere. It's a strangely curious thing fire, and by strange, I mean fucking insane. The scholars at the arcane university where I'm staying have told me its best to just equate it to a ravenous animal, which actually makes a lot of sense when you think about it. I still remember the lecture they'd given me;

Look at it this way, a hungry animal will consume food until its hunger is sated. Fire works the same way, except it never gets sated. It just keeps burning. That's why you need to learn to control your magic; otherwise your own fire will turn on you, and consider you on the dinner plate. Worse still, it'll consume those around you, whether you intended it to or not. That's why you need to learn to control magic. If you don't, it goes horribly awry. We've lost more mages then you can imagine that way.

I sigh again, and shuffle my feet. My foot's been tapping unconsciously again, and I stop it. Still, the guard nearest me is rubbing his temples. I don't mind the king insisting I take magic training. I can't exactly turn him down. I feel fairly certain that he's going to have me recruited into the Alliance military sooner or later. Apparently we're at war with a group of races called the Horde. I'm not someone big on fighting, but as I said, I can't exactly turn him down. The guy saved my life. Or at least, that's the story. I still can't figure out what I was doing on the outskirts of Stormwind. High Elves live in Quel'Thalas. Still, I guess that isn't as strange as being found in a burning apothecary.

Which carries my thoughts over to when I woke up after that fire. First things my eyes registered was the King sitting beside my bed. Of course, I didn't know it at the time. I thought he was just some human soldier, maybe a knights, though it probably should have stricken me odd that he was talking in Thalassian… Of course, I was still delirious from my barbeque ordeal.

I turn over the small green sphere he'd given me then. I didn't know it at the time, and I still haven't bothered to find out. He told me, don't tell anyone you have it. It's yours, the priest found it on you when we took you to be healed. Just keep it on you at all times, and make sure only people you trust know about it.

I turn the small green sphere over in my and, thumbing it absent minded, letting it sit in palm after one more spin. It doesn't do anything apparently. The Archmage at the university told me it was a simply charm, designed to hold swirling green… Well it appeared to be fire, but I can't really tell. It has a smoky texture to the flames too, so maybe… No, I've given myself enough headaches trying to figure it out. The Archmage was a little hesitant when I showed him it though. Seemed to think I stole it. Didn't let him hold on to it long enough to wonder where it came from.

Bored, I tossed the small sphere into the air, following its flight with my eyes. I catch it, and do it again. I keep this ball more for fancy then actual use. I feel safer when I have it, if that makes any sense. Tossing it into the air again, I miss catching it, and it hits the slanted floor with a dull thump. I scramble after it as it rolls away, but stop short as an armoured glove picks it up. Straightening myself, a heavy armoured man stares at me from behind his helmets eye holes. I hadn't even realised he'd moved when I saw the ball flying towards me. Shutting my eyes and bracing for impact, I prepare for a face full of pain. Remarkably, said pain never actually occurred. The ball made a small thumping sound, then another. My eyes open, I see it at my feet.

The man looks at me a moment, with maybe one of his eyebrows arched. I glare at him, but he simply turns away and goes in through the doors, not heeding the protest of the previously snickering guard.

Asshole, I thought, and slumped against the wall again. The guard had returned to his post, though he seemed even more disgruntled then before. Sighing for what seemed like, and probably was, the hundredth time today, I tossed the sphere into the air, again, catching the black reflection of my hair in its shine as it came down again. My hair does need to be cut, I thought to myself, trying to ignore a guard who'd just materialised next to me. There was a barbershop in the city somewhere, and I should probably go there, if only I can find the damn place. Finding anything in this down has proven to be a damn nightmare and-

" Didn't you hear me ye' damned elf! Get in here before the kings decides he no longer wishes your bloody company!" The Guard growled, his head poking out of the door. I jumped, startled, and stuffed the sphere into my pocket.

Swallowing slowly, I take a deep breath before stepping into the from.

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Well, I redid, the introduction, mainly because I found the original one didn't fit with what I wanted to do with him as a Character. The original was too dark and angst and this one is more fitting in my opinion.