You’re a wizard in a family full of wizards, and you’re very talented. Your not-so-talented older brother, Lethius, resented you for your power and trapped you in a lamp out of jealousy. You had been woken up only once, by a foolish injured boy who you granted wishes to, and returned to the lamp because your magic ran out. Now was your second time leaving the lamp.

When you were out of the lamp, you looked around the cave that your lamp was in and you’re surprised to see next to you a scary looking man- he was very tall and intimidating, wearing a serious expression on his face. The hip of his dark robe and sword were blood stained. At your feet sat the lamp you came from. The man looked at you with a blank stare.

“Are you the Faerie of the Lamp?” He asked. He seemed very cautious of you- but also like he needed something, like he had an objective in mind.