Zenith is a Storm Mage who abandoned his life on the High Council of Inquisitors for a more righteos cause : defending the innocent people of Titan City. Long before his ascension to the Council, Tyler Ardent was found to have possessed some Magical Ability. A thaumaturge noticed this and took Tyler on as his apprentice. However, Tyler believed that the lessons his teacher taught him did nothing for his power and instead were more rules espoused on him by honor-bound hermits. One night, when the Spiral, a place where prospective mages attempt to master their gifts, Tyler snuck dosn to the Chamber, a place where tge most deadly and insidious of magical artifacts reside. He looked for the Tome of Zavras, an old Wind Mage whoselust for power eventually destroyed him. Arrogantly, Tyler believed he could control the lost art. When he finally reached the location kf the book, a large snake-like creatire spat what seemed to be a lightning bolt on it's forked tongue, sending the apprentice careering to the ground, his body reeling from the burns. The creature whipped it's chain like tail, constricting Tyler's throat for a few seconds and sending wildfires up hos arms and legs, and leaving hin screaming in anguish when the beast released it's hold on him. Tyler began to remember what his master had told him about fighting elemental creatures: use the element opposite of your opponents. He could feel raw Ice dancing in his veins, and it shot out of his fingers in a slow , painful blast, freezing the ethereal creature in place. He then encased his fists in a brilliant diamond, and delivered an earth shattering blow to the serpent, fracturing it. It disintegrated into a thousand pieces. Tending to his scorched limbs, Tyler took out a salve and poured it generously onto hus arms and torso. He took a short rest and advanced towards the tome. No sooner did he touch the tome did an old, wizened voice whisper to him.
"Acolyte" a voice breathed.
"Who is there?" said Tyler apprehensively.
"It is I, Zavras the Reckless." The voice said, laced with regret.
"I thought you were dead..." Tyler said, barely concealing the terror and confusion in his voice.
I am but a phantom, watching the countless fools who barge into my grave, attempting to take what they wish and are soon slain by my Guardian. But you...you are different."
A flash of bright light caught Tyler unawares, and revealed a spirit in the form of a man with flowing long white hair, black and purple robes that had seen better days, and an embellished stave with a single, gleaming blue crystal that glowed humbly in the darkness. Zavras took a step towards the young mage, and took aeveral inquisitive glances over him.
"I sense much potential in you, boy. Tell me, what do you seek?"
"I want to learn the art of the Storm." Tyler said with respect.
"Before I endow my abilities on you, I must ask a boon of you." The Mage said, solemnly.
"What is it?" said Tyler.
" I have rested in this place for several millenia. It is painful to hear my failures echoed by the instructors here everyday. I wish to be rid of this place. Take my staff, and with it, me."
"Of course. " Tyler said with submission.
The vision vanished, and left a long pole with a piercing blue crystal that glowed more intensely this time. Tyler put the stave on his back and immediately felt raw electricity fill him up. But Tyler could not handle the power and within a minute felt the electricity shock and jolt him over and over again, the volume of the crackles increading each time, until it becane all he heard, It then sent Tyler flying across the room, slamming hin into a tall, marble pillar. His body went limp, and he blacked out.

To be continued...
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