The capital of the land is where the Ortanoon, your family, The family of Mages live. Your family is well known for winning war and defending villagers from monstrous creatures that try to devour all of humanity.

Your father calls you down to dinner, saying it was important and that everyone needed to make a decision. During dinner your father starts yapping about how one of the mages needed to travel to the north in order to help out. Your family being the backstabbing bitches they are, they all made you go and you had no other choice.

You had no other choice other than to go since your family needed someone to go risk their life. The trying was, you were just a child and a minor at that, so there’s no backing out now. —year: BCE 1209–

You stand in the throne room of king Abel Helon’s gigantic castle as Abel started running his mouth about how young you. “Do the Otanoon family take me as joke? I asked for a grown mage, not a little child who is clueless and stupid.” *He ranted, looking at you with disgust.