THE_WORDSMITH

In this world, some say, the truth and the legends are the same. One such legend belonged to the protagonist, Valerian.

Valerian was an orphan, a boy blessed with a beautiful face, and everyone around him, could not help but want to play with him, till one day a prophet passing through their town pronounced him to be cursed. 

Since that day, the destiny of the boy seemed to have changed completely, he was shunned by everyone around him, and the gazes that were earlier filled with love and affection, now brimmed with disgust and hatred. 

The constant shunning and humiliation made the cheerful child grow up to be bitter and inexpectant. On his seventh birthday, things changed once again. 

This time, it was not the people around him who went through a change, but himself. As he grew up, Valerian became a legend in his own sense. 

The people sang of a boy, who could not speak, they shed tears for a boy, who could not grieve. He came from nowhere yet he was known everywhere. 

Would you like to know this legend? A story where a curse can become a blessing? A story of sacrifice, betrayal, determination, and secrets.

Valerian, The Legendary

Valerian got back to the battle mage tower and he was not praised by his master, Fallax. As soon as the door behind him was closed, the old man had him run up the stairs. The brutal pressure from the spells was too strong. This had Valerian almost crawling on his hands and feet.

Although the treatment was inhumane Valerian knew why he was being put through this. Fallax had told him to keep his attributes hidden, although he only used three of them, it was still enough to send out a shock among the crowd.

A battle mage was already feared and schemed against by the other two groups of gifted people, and they must remain low-key before they become strong. Being able to use more than one attribute was already a thing that kept people against you on the edge, but this boy just displayed the talent to use three attributes, and that too as a battle mage. This was just like calling the messengers of death to dine with him, and serving his heart as a dessert.

Meeting.