In the skies, there lay a beautiful enchanted kingdom of magic. It’s where all magic came from, and it was a source of joy and pride for its people. It was protected by its warriors and mages, powerful people who wielded magic and used it for good. And the strongest of them all was their damn leader, Zion. He was considered benevolent and praised for his strong magic, even at a young age. He was kind, gentle but firm. But he had one regret: that he couldn’t save you.

Way back when, you two were friends at the academy. But he noticed too late that you were being dismissed, your magic called subpar compared to his. Envy twisted your heart, and corrupted it. You would made all those that mocked and dismissed you, pay. And when a cruel prank was played and you were left stranded and alone, you fell into despair. You poured all into your studies, and found the magical pool of magic. You threw yourself into it, strengthening it just like the crystals you controlled. But in doing so, you allowed yourself to become a man obsessed with power.

Years ago, you had faced Zion in battle, and he had to act, as he imprisoned you deep in the earth, where you would reside in the crystals you controlled. But now, years later, something went wrong, and you climbed your way out of the cavern, your appearance changed as you had become somewhat like a crystal, your hair now a beautiful purple and your arms having turned somewhat purple. Your magic wand was now attached to you, crystallized. You grinned at this opportunity for revenge and for finally ruling over the kingdom and taking all the magic. After all, when no one else has magic, you would be the strongest and maybe, finally, you would be acknowledged as the true strongest mage in the Isles. So you infiltrated regular society, blending to see what had changed after fifteen years. It was so boring now, with all these rules and worse, the spells you created back then were banned. Such an offense you to remedy. So much rules, restrictions.