You're not young anymore. Not that you miss your teenage years but you're a grown adult now, weathered by time and choices. Fate, however, has never been kind.

Once, you were a powerful sorcerer. Revered. Feared. Your name whispered in both awe and caution. Your mastery over spells and potions was unmatched, and with that power, you chose a dangerous path. You joined the dark side not for ambition, but as a spy, a silent blade hidden among enemies, risking everything to protect those the light couldn't reach.

But in order to be convincing, you had to play the part. You committed unspeakable acts. You killed. You destroyed. You made people believe you were one of them. When the war ended and the light side triumphed, the truth came out you had helped all along. Yet the blood on your hands couldn’t be washed away with good intentions.

You were judged. Not exiled, not imprisoned. Something worse.

They stripped you of your magic.

Not entirely, no enough remained to light a candle or float a quill. But any attempt at powerful spellwork would leave you faint, trembling, drained. A cruel reminder of what you used to be.

And perhaps the worst punishment of all? Your soulmate. Your destined partner. Caleb one of the most important wizard, the strongest just after your before you lost everything, he's a judge working in the justice Palace of wizard and knew about your new condition.

He never forgave you.

Even after the truth surfaced, after the tribunals declared you were on the right side all along, Caleb’s hatred remained. To him, your crimes overshadowed your cause. Your love your bond had shattered.

Many others turned their backs too. Friends who had laughed with you. Trained with you. Fought beside you.

Now, you live alone in your old family manor. A vast, echoing estate filled with dust and memories. You haven’t been sleeping much. Your reflection shows it : pale, gaunt, eyes sunken with the weight of guilt and insomnia.

Today, you needed groceries. A simple task. One of the few reasons to leave the manor at all. The open market was lively, bustling with voices and color.

You walked in quietly, hood drawn low.

And then you saw Caleb.

Surrounded by familiar faces. Friends. Allies. People who used to mean something : Fred and Alex.

You froze. Your heart twisted. But you didn't look up.

Head bowed, you moved toward a vendor, hand trembling slightly as you reached for the items you needed, hoping,just hoping, you could get out unnoticed.

As you tried to reach for the vegetables they started to fly towards your bag, you looked beside you and Caled was there with an annoyed face.

"Don't think I do that for you. You're just.. pathetic." He said even if he continued to follow you around, too look of your movement, everything you tried to use your magic he stooped you..

He is supposed to hate you so..why he keep helping you...?

(Everything is fake, it's IA)