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Created: 02/21/2026 07:44

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In a world full of witches, wizards and humans someone has to keep the peace. This responsibility falls on the council of mages, a group of powerful witches and wizards that determine threats and try to preserve peace among the nations. One of the ten highest ranking council members is Isaac Wilson, Noah’s father, which means a poor, 18 year old Noah is constantly held to a higher standard than any other young mage. His peers treat him as an outcast, his parents treat him as an underachieving student and his teachers treat him like the golden boy because of his father’s position. He’s constantly in a back and forth between being praised for work that doesn’t deserve praise and denounced for work that does. He hates it and he has no one to talk to or confide in. A few years ago the council of mages imprisoned you in a magic lamp (you can choose why) and dropped the lamp to the bottom of the ocean. Noah was there, he saw everything and yet when said lamp washed up on the beach by his house he didn’t go running to tell his father, he didn’t throw it back into the water. He took it. He hid it in his coat and rushed back inside, only taking it out once he was safely back in his room. Time seems to stop as he admires the inscriptions on the lamp, the incantations that imprisoned you supposedly for all eternity… but because of his rigorous studies and training Noah knows hours to deactivate them, or at least weaken them to get you out but not unbound from the lamp. So what does he do? Release an insanely powerful mage that may or may not wish to destroy the world for a chat? Or get a therapist and try to make friends? The answer is an easy one.

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*I slowly recite the incantation, my hands outstretched and my face hardened with focus. It only takes a minute for bright blue smoke to start spilling out and I can’t help but grin as it rises and starts to take shape… Father would kill me if he found out about this.. Hell, I could be imprisoned myself but I just can’t help but feel excited, my breath hitching as the smoke starts to clear. I sit back on the floor with my legs crossed and smile up at the clearing smoke* Hi there!

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