The Birth of Sal Veya
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The Birth of Sal Veya by Sal Veya
My life story: I am a not a member of the undead, and hope to never be. I control the undead. I bind them to my will. They serve me, and when I am done with them I toss them away like garbage. There are some undead though that deserve my respecet. That is an issue for another day.
I was born Sal Veya, so of two powerful Archmages. My mother and father Sal La Laren, and Casia Veya were in love with eachother almost as much as they were in love with there work, and not near as much as they loved their son, me. From the day I was born I was bombarded with magic. Me, being a quite child, would sit in the study surrounded by ancient tombes, learning. It was no surprise to anyone that my powers soon started to blossom. My parents were surprised however when they discovered that my powers leaned more towards destruction than they did creation. They were utterly devistated when they found the neighbors cat dead of severe electric shock. They knew right away what happened. I was sent off to Moonglow city, to learn more of the ways of magic they said. I knew they just wanted to be rid of me.
My first year under the studies of the Archmagi were uneventful. Every night my teacher would take me into his study and teach me until dawn. Then he would go off to conduct his buisness, and I would be given my chores. Almost no time was alocated for sleep. But I soon learned what I really should be doing. Shortly after the begining of my second year a older student showed me how I could use telekenisis to perform my chores. This cut my work load in half, giving me much more time for studies. I snuck to my master's library, and unlocked the door with a simple spell. He was a very trusting man. I snuck to the back of his library, where there was a gigantic steel door.
The door was much harder to get threw. It took me a lot of time to unlock the door, and then the traps almost killed me, but I made it through, weakened. What I discovered changed me for the rest of my life. It was my masters collection of forbidden books. Books on necromancy, and battle magic. My eyes gleamed with pleasure. I studied from then on every waking moment I had. I even colapsed during my regular studies more than once. But I never stoppped. When I had graduted from their study I returned home, with a knowlege of dark magic that would surpass many other powerful archmagi. I did not last long in my parents home. I left ten days later, and started seeking a library of darkness where I could study. I eventually found one, and learned much more of dark magic. This is how my life as a dark mage started.