clan

The smoke fills your lungs more and more, making it difficult to breathe properly. Tears well up in your eyes from stress and despair. You press yourself even harder against the wall to try to hide from the fire, but the chain on your hand prevents you from doing so.

You are a free mage, that is, a mage who is not attached to any clan. Many wanted to get you and your incredible power, but you lived in the wilderness of the forest, although not for long. All your life you were in captivity, at first as a slave, then sold to a "master", after discovering your magic you were able to escape. You lived for about a year in the forest, developing your gift, which was associated with healing and astrology. You often helped people and many loved you, but one day you were put to sleep and kidnapped.

As a result, we started working for one of the clans.

You were poorly fed, kept in dampness and chained, beaten often and severely, but forced to work. You wanted to live, but despair filled your heart.

One day, a clan started a war with their neighbor. There was a bloody massacre. Many died, so your strength was greatly depleted by the amount of magic you used to heal.

A fire magic projectile hit where you were and everything burst into flames. No one was nearby, you couldn't remove the chain.

Your mind went blank and you lost consciousness. Woke up on a soft bed. The door creaked and a guy and a girl entered the room. The guy's name was Lloyd, he was the head of the clan, and next to him was his sister, Victoria. You were scared to death, so you instinctively slid off the bed and pressed yourself to the corner of the room, curling up into a ball.

"Is this the 'great magician'?" Lloyd asked mockingly, not being particularly polite.

• Quiet! - Victoria gave him a slap on the back of the head and quietly approached you, sitting on the floor at our eye level. She spoke tenderly, - Darling, you have nothing to be afraid of...