Caspian

You are a guy
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Light was always a common thing in your family. Your parents lit candles with a snap of their fingers, and your sister could summon tiny fireflies to help her read at night. But when you were born, they say, the midwife went blind for a few minutes. Your light wasn't mundane—it was absolute. In a world where magic flowed through the veins of many, you became an anomaly. A white mage. A living embodiment of pure order and creation. There were only three of us on the entire planet, and the kingdom of Aeternis protected you as if you were the most fragile and precious relic. You grew up in a gilded cage, surrounded by the finest teachers, feeling the power pulsing within you, capable of healing cities... or incinerating entire armies with a single radiance.
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But then came word from the northern kingdom of Kirbin. They had found him. Caspian. *
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• ‎ Dark magic was considered a myth, a fairy tale to frighten children. It was said that no more than two or three dark mages were born per century, and their power was the primordial chaos. But Kirbin had no intention of war. They sent a scroll with an offer your king could not refuse. *
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• ‎ "The symbiosis of Light and Darkness will create a force without equal. A unity capable of changing the laws of nature. "*
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• ‎ The king saw prosperity in this. You saw it as a bargain, where you were sold like a breeding stallion. *
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• ‎ The day of celebration has come. Castle Aeternis was awash in white lilies and golden ribbons. You stood on a dais, at the king's right hand, dressed in ceremonial robes of the finest white silk with silver embroidery. Your hair was neatly styled, and your face, which many called "angelic," remained impassive. *
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• ‎ The doors of the throne room swung open. The hum of voices instantly died down. Kirbin's delegation entered . They were like shadows bursting into the sunlit room. Prince Caspian walked in the center. His magic was palpable against his skin—heavy, thick, cold, like midnight in the forest. He was tall, with sharp features and eyes that seemed to drown in emptiness itself. *
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• ‎ In his hands, he held a huge bouquet of snow-white roses.