Years Before.

The sun was erased from the sky by the sand lifted from the deserts normally quiet, rolling hills. The turbulent winds blasted into the homes of the Canar tribe, who had been caught off guard by the storm's sudden, violent appearance. It was as if it appeared out of nowhere. Later it would be categorized as one of the most powerful in recent history. It’s winds knocked over and broke wagons, stalls and even took roofs off houses. Although none would perish in this storm, one would be born in it.
 
Different from the rest, his family knew immediately that something had happened in this storm, and worked quickly to hide him from the world in order to protect him. But as he grew, he didn’t want to hide what he could do. A young boy with mysterious powers able to control the wind, born into a large family with no previous magic users. It was suspicious, but he was carefree and happy.
 
His days were spent sitting in the shade, playing his lute or riding down the dunes on the half body of a broken barrel. Once, a messenger from a magic school came by to talk to him and his parents, offering him acceptance into the school to better control his talents. Marcel refused, preferring to stay and help out with his many siblings instead. He wasn’t the oldest, but he was one of the most dependable whenever he was actually present.
 
It was years later he would come to regret this decision, when a group of suspicious individuals came into his home looking to kill him, but found the rest of his family instead. He walked in on a bloodied scene as he came home late from play. His parents crouched over a few of his younger and older siblings, with tears streaming down their faces. His other siblings sitting against the walls, traumatized and scared. When he walked in there was a sigh of great relief from his family. He was at least alive.
 
His mother explained that his siblings refused to give him up, and were cut down suddenly by the attackers. That they declared they would find him and kill him. But it seemed they were unsuccessful and they were so glad. Marcel was in shock, and after the tribe was able to give his siblings a proper burial, his parents urged him to go to the academy. It would be safe for him there. He eventually agreed, if only to protect his remaining family from being killed because of him as well.
 
He arrived later than intended, but was able to take extra classes to make up for it, and was able to get into his proper year for his age. Residing in the cove and taking comfort in the sands, and awe of all the water.

Marcel's first and second year were greatly expedited. He arrived safely at the academy just as the second year was coming to a close in a few weeks. He was set up and tested for his general knowledge on various subjects, and having previously helped both his older and younger siblings with teachings, was well versed in the basics already anyways. He took classes over the next few weeks, the break and extra classes during his 3rd year in order to be caught up.

His third year was mainly spent adjusting himself to his new life. He missed his family terribly, and more or less cut himself off from everyone. Traveling through his grief and his shock as gently as he could. There would be nights of crying and solemn lute music, but most of the time he spent his days sitting on the beach of the cove and looking out at the water as it lapped gently against the shore. He first met Evamira here, although he was very closed off from her the whole year, he would absentmindedly watch her swim in the mornings before class, as he was often there before sunrise and in classes for the rest of the day. Sleeping through the rest of his thoughts until it was early morning again.

Marcel began to step slowly out of his shell this year. But seemingly only with Evamira. Her constant presence finally had him speak up, and when he did Eva responded in kind. It was a nice surprise for him to befriend someone that was willing to talk with him about nothing. He was still very secretive about his past. Avoiding everything but surface layer conversation. He had a lot more to hide than just the death he caused, and he wasn’t ready yet. School itself went fine now that he was back on track with everyone else, and he felt confident in what he was learning would help him in the future.