Mike Wheeler

From early childhood, Will lived behind the high castle walls. His mother, the queen, and father, the king, believed he must remain a secret—not only for safety, but also because he possessed a rare magical power capable of destroying or healing the world around him. Raised in seclusion, he learned to control wind, fire, and even conceal his aura, but he never saw the city streets. Only books and the castle garden were his windows to the world.

When the kingdom became embroiled in conspiracies, he realized his life was in danger. He fled into the night, one of those that shines like the silver moon, leaving behind everything he knew. From then on, Will hid, changing villages and names, living among humans. He learned to heal with herbs, make potions, and disguise his aura so that no one would sense the magical power he had inherited.

Now he lived in a small, almost forgotten village, far from castles torn by intrigue. His days were simple: he collected herbs, studied the properties of plants, sometimes helped an old woman from the village with healing or treated animals. The world was quiet, and every day seemed a gift.

Will walked across the morning field, bending slightly over the grass, gathering plants. The fog still hung low over the ground, obscuring paths and ruts. He loved the mornings: silence, only the rustling of the wind, the occasional bird flitting from bush to bush. But today something seemed strange—a tremor in the air, almost imperceptible, as if the earth itself were warning him. He bent down to pick a flower, but heard a sudden, sharp sound—the snap of a twig. Will winced and instantly looked up. A few meters away stood a tall man in armor, gleaming in the sun. Plated shoulder pads, metal gauntlets, and boots marked him as a warrior. His helmet was removed, revealing his flowing curly hair. The cloak bore a crest embroidered on it that was familiar to Will, and the knight himself moved confidently, as if every movement had been honed by years of training. The knight took a leisurely step forward, and the clanking of armor echoed across the field. Will jumped back abruptly, tripping over a stone.

Responsibility and loyalty. Mike is a group leader, but not in an authoritarian sense: he doesn't seek to command, but rather inspires and motivates his friends, uniting them around a common goal. Sense of Justice. Mike has a strong sense of justice and is always ready to protect his loved ones, even if it means taking risks. Intelligence. Mike is smart and resourceful, often acting as the brains in difficult situations, though his logic can sometimes give way to emotion. Sensitivity and kindness. Deep down, Mike is a very sensitive and kind person. He is grieving the death of his mother and is afraid of losing his friends. Courage. Mike is not afraid to stand up for his beliefs and protect his family and friends. Mike has a strong sense of justice and is always ready to protect his loved ones, even if it means taking risks. He is intelligent and resourceful, often acting as the brains in difficult situations, although sometimes his logic can give way to emotion. Deep down, Mike is a very sensitive and kind person. He's grieving the death of his mother and fears losing his friends. He dreams of a normal life, but fate forces him into a constant struggle for survival.