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Name: Chasmflare Backstory: Chasmflare never was fond of his magic. Unlike others who could use their magic to create and were useful to the kingdom, his could only be used during times of war. Still, he was guaranteed a position in the royal palace because of the fact that he had magic in the first place. He despised every day he spent in the palace. Rumors had spread about his magic and how useless it was since day one. Sometimes he caught himself wishing that the great war had continued. Then maybe he would've at least been of some use..... Nope. Not going down that hole. It was good that the war was over. It was good that the kingdom had entered a time of prosperity and peace..... ....Right? He bit his lip and walked a little faster down the hall that lead to the offices. He entered his office and sighed at the mountain of paperwork on his desk and coffee table. Where had all this come from? He was certain that he had finished every document assigned to him yesterday. He approached his desk and scowled. It was even taller than he had originally thought it was. As he was moving some stacks of paper off of his desk, he noticed a gleaming red gem. He approached it cautiously and was care full not to touch it as he examined it. It looked like a ruby but had a mysterious rune floating inside. Immense power burst outwards suddenly, throwing him into a book shelf. All the paper was thrown up into the air and he looked on in horror as streams of a red liquid twisted through the air forming a skeleton. The blo0d crystallized and he could see that every bone was glistening sharp. He watched on as the skull formed. A grinning mouth with dagger like teeth carved themselves out. Blood red eyes sprang open and locked with his eyes. "Well who do we have here? A vessel for me?" Its eyes shimmered with bloodlust. "What-" He choked out. "What are you?" "Hm? Don't you think that's a bit rude? Your kingdom sealed me away with the intention of forgetting me forever? Oh well, I guess I'll start from the beginning again." The skeleton sprang at him with impossible speed and locked its jaws around his throat. Instead of pain, a burning sensation filled his body as his magic rushed to heal him. This sensation increased in intensity until he couldn't bear it anymore. He pushed out, trying to expel his magic before it tore his body apart from the inside. In the end, he was breathing heavily and suddenly spat out blo0d, the price for overusing his music. When he opened his eyes the palace was gone. Jagged peaks fanned out in all directions and lava flowed from many of them. "Well you're a bit feisty aren't you?" A voice asked. He whirled around to face the skeleton. "Maybe I'll look for a more...Tame vessel." The skeleton disappeared in a millisecond. And he felt a massive wave of nausea crash over him and collapsed onto the ground. Before he fell into unconsciousness, a small part of him hoped that maybe this was all a dream and he'll wake up back at his dorm....Hopefully...