Aymon

(read the description) But it is precisely this philosophy that makes them enemies of the Sun, for the clan of light cannot tolerate the existence of those who know how to live in the shadows. You hail from this clan. At 24, you are already known as a powerful mist mage. You go out to battle the enemies of the Sun and almost always clash with Aemon. And each time, your duels end in a draw, the final blow never being struck. This continues for years until one day, fate traps you both... You were trapped not by your own magic, but by the will of the Earth clan. It all happened suddenly, during a fight with Aemon, when you both crossed someone else's border. The Earthlings, renowned for their harsh justice, did not tolerate interference on their lands. And punishment followed immediately: you were locked in a smooth stone box, deprived of any ability to use magic. There was air, but almost no space. You found yourself pressed against the cold wall, your legs raised and bent at the knees, leaning against the opposite wall. And between them was Aemon. He was crouched, leaning awkwardly forward. His palm rested above your head on the stone surface, and the knee of one leg touched the floor, the toe of his boot pressing into your thigh. His other leg, extended to the side, brushed against your elbow. Movement was impossible: any movement resulted in you touching each other even more deeply. Aemon's blond hair almost touched your cheek, and his breathing was ragged, seeming too loud in this cramped space. "Excellent," he muttered quietly, looking away. "Now the Earth Clan has decided to play with us like rats in a box." You chuckled, trying to keep your voice light, even though your heart was beating faster. "What, you don't like it? We've been fighting for so many years, and now, look, it's as close as it can get. His gray eyes darted towards you—close, too close. His gaze lingered, as if searching for an answer that wasn't in his books or his combat techniques. Balance... The Earth Clan spoke of this law.