Chapter 1

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Here, in Empire of Stocaea lies a small village to the south of the Capital called Dungannon.

In this small quaint village, you will find all necessary shops and buildings for a small village, such as a merchant shop which sells all manners of wares, like food to potions even the smelly fur and skin from deer. You will also find a bakery and forge; both are very self-explanatory on what they sell but just in case you don't know. A Baker sells baked goods, all food made from starch like bread to desserts made with flaky pastry and more, so many tasty foods to experience. Oh yes, the forge. They craft fine tools and weapons, everything from hammers to bows, swords and knives.

You also have an apothecary, which specializes in herbal and chemical ingredients. They make anything from poison to coat your sword, to unique potions which heal wounds and replenish magic reserves and stamina. They also sell special herbal tea as well so that's something. Most of the village is surrounded in farmland. Not far from the village centre, there is a town hall and on the north road edge we have a church made from stone, wood and stained glass. This church is where the story of our mage begins.

Oh right. the date of this story is the 18th of September 248, the day Christopher was born.

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The starting date of this story is the 20th of November 248 and poor little Christopher was left on the doorstep of the church in Dungannon. The priest took in little Christopher as his own. Oh shit, alright I forgot the priest's name. The priest is called Father Newman, yes, the priest gave Christopher his name why is that so strange. He was just left on his doorstep, he had to give him some sort of a name.

Father Newman raised Christopher as if he was his own son. At the age of 4 he trained him in healing magic but too much of the Father's surprise, Christopher has an affinity for spatial magic. An orphan child being adept in spatial magic is extraordinary, It's so outlandish that Father Newman kept this fact away from Christopher to keep him safe. But It wouldn't protect him forever, he would soon figure this out on his own.