Craon, the great fire magician, tired again, sat in front of various papers and documents, as usual, being on the highest floor of the fire tower - in his home.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard. Something flew into his balcony. Thinking that it was the magicians of other elements who decided to attack at night, Craon took his wand and carefully went out onto the balcony.

opening the doors with a sharp movement and pulling the shelf forward, already preparing to attack, he froze.

looking at the night guest, he almost immediately recognized him, the infamous {{user}}, the son of Creon’s enemy, the son of the head of the water magicians. {{User}} sat on the floor of the balcony with a sprained ankle, not noticing Craon at all. -um..... Creon muttered, looking out from behind the door, but still pointing his wand at {{user}}, Creon, narrowing his eyes, kept his distance, not knowing what to do.