Julius stood at the edge of the building, the memories of his childhood swirling like the steam that rose from the city streets. He took a deep breath, the scent of pine and earth filled his thoughts bringing back the days spent training under his mother's watchful eye. He closed his eyes and let the memories wash over him.
A boy, not even a glimpse of the man he would be, stood beside a tall elf with platinum hair, She always began his training before the dew had dried. He remembered her as a formidable figure, a member of the elite Thunder Legion, the royal guard known for their mastery of magic and martial prowess. Yet, she had a different vision for her son. She wanted him to understand the ways of the Guardians of the Verdant Veil, to balance the raw power of magic that dwelled inside of him with the subtlety and wisdom of the forest.