My name is Alexander Hoffman. I am the third born son of Baron Hoffman and the only child of five to have magical potential but all the dreams of wealth, power and influence I had conjured came crashing down when I attended the Royal Academy of Magical Arts.
I tested to have 235MP and a grade 1 talent, compare that to the class average of 660MP and grade 3 talent I was nothing.
After 9 months of bullying due to my sickly physique and poor talent I was sent back home to the Hoffman Barony. I was walking amongst the peasantry on the way to the town manor and found a number books at a stall of a traveling merchant, one book in particular was calling out to me.
The promises of power whispered into my ear was to alluring to turn down.
After all what do I have left to loose?
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Writing Prompts Contest #256.
I shall bestow myne right of shamefulness of the authorship of the ring. I shan't care about myne grammar in thyne village for I is the Lord of thyne village.
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