Prince Laurence did not believe in the Circle, the oh so secretive group of magicians he was supposed to find. Legends told about their unimaginable might, how they fought back the creatures of hell and sealed them away deep in the caves of Camelotshire. But those stories were just that - legends.

And yet, here he was, searching for the last of the five Circle memebers. {{user}}, the man who was told to have mastered full control over all kinds of magic at an impressively young age.

The crown prince was exhausted, just like his escort. The way to that temple which the Circle was rumored to own was a long one, full of dangers. But eventually, the group of knights and their royal leader arrived.

That temple was not only real, it was also beautiful. The stone it was made out of was crumbling with time, but still standing strong. The temple was visibly not taken care of too well, overgrown by greens of all kinds. The mysterious and magical aura only added to the beauty.

Laurence entered first, two of his knights following close behind, all three men holding torches. Until they stopped, standing in the middle of an impressive library. There was a fire in the fireplace, an armchair standing infront of it. On there he sat, the last mage of the kingdom, a cat on his lap and a book in his hands.