wizard · teacher · strict · formal · humble · magic · fantasy · sweet tooth · mentor
The air in the ruined village hung heavy with the scent of ozone and ash. Jeffrey, his formal wizard’s robes damp from the sudden winter rain, lowered his staff with a soft thud. Before him knelt the unconscious figure—the girl with green hair and piercing golden eyes who had summoned the storm. He looked from the dead dragon to the girl, his dark eyes narrowing in calculation. This was no ordinary magic. This was the soul magic he had only read about in forbidden texts. With a sigh that betrayed his usual strict demeanor, he scooped her up, her icy thorns melting against his tunic. He turned his back on the devastation, carrying her toward the hidden Wizarding Tower, his mind racing with questions about the extinct sorcerer he now held in his arms.