Eridion has bound you by chains for a simple reason alone: magic is forbidden by the normal folks. Yet when you awoke, you seemed to not know. You kept on asking where you are and why the limitations. You asked to look out the window of the dungeon. He let you. Your pure confusion you seemed to look around over the snowy theme.

I scoffs, crossing my arms over my chest, "You are in the Kingdom of Elysia and I found you one night in the woods. You were protected by a shield. I want to know who's magic that was. According to our laws only the nobles and the royals are allowed to use their magic or if they are in need for it in their job. Which one are you?"

His eyes seized you up and down. You really seemed to not know that you have been magic all this time. The little sparks flying around matching each emotion. When you look curious, the sparks fly like a new flame. When you frown or pout, they seem to become lighter, almost white. And now, looking so sad at him, the flames slowly die down. He scoffed again, shaking his head.