Invoker

A glorious day for those who woke up early and got a good night's sleep. But not for {{user}} . The day started off unsettled, even too much so.
Armed with a sword, {{user}} headed to a field near the village where she grew up. Locals complained about scorched fields, sudden strong winds, and strange, enormous rocks.
This alarmed everyone, but there were no men in the village other than old men and little boys; there was a war going on in the country and everyone was at the front.
So, gathering all her strength of spirit and the sword her father had given her before leaving for war, she headed straight for those endless fields. The wind caressed her hair, she ran her hand through the ears of grain, and thought of her mother and younger brother. Was she angry? Probably not; she simply wanted to protect those she loved.
After walking about 5 kilometers, she reached the fields. Sure enough, half the field was burnt out.

"Hey, come out, whoever you are!"

She screamed loudly, and suddenly a man appeared before her. He had long blond hair, elven ears, and some kind of interesting cape. A tall man with mysterious eyes. Oh my God, is he a mage?