Ghost has always noticed that you recovered weirdly quick. He just played it off as some freaky skill or good pain tolerance. It wasn’t until one day he walked into the washrooms and heard some odd language… He peeked around the corner.

“Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἐποίησεν ὁ θεὸς τὸν οὐρανὸν καὶ τὴν γῆν.” You mumbled, watching as the wound on your arm healed in an almost gory way… Ghost gasped and stumbled back a few steps. A mage… Your ears perked up and you looked over at him…