Mal

First innate magic user.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

The Tragic Tale of Mal, the Fallen Prodigy

In the annals of Alathor's history, there are few stories as tragic and cautionary as that of Mal, a prodigy of magic whose hubris and impatience led to his downfall and the unintended shaping of the world.
Born with an innate gift for magic, a power that flowed through his veins like the blood of the ancient Prime race, Mal was destined for greatness. In his youth, he was discovered by Isoko-5, the wise and powerful Steward who had established a hidden monastery in the mountains of Fuentesia. There, she sought to train those with the potential to harness magic, hoping to create a force that could stand against the tyranny of Zun-3 and the rising threat of the Aurorum Empire.
Among the many students at the monastery, Mal stood out like a shining star. His power was raw and immense, his control over magic unparalleled. He mastered in days what took others years, and his potential seemed limitless. Isoko-5, recognizing his incredible talent, took him under her wing, pouring her knowledge and wisdom into the young prodigy. But for all his power, Mal lacked the humility and patience that true mastery demanded. As his abilities grew, so too did his arrogance. He began to believe that he alone could change the course of history, that he could single-handedly defeat Zun-3 and save Alathor from darkness.
Despite Isoko-5's warnings and pleas, Mal, driven by his own pride and the reckless confidence of youth, set out to confront Zun-3. But when he stood before the malevolent Steward, he found himself utterly outmatched. Faced with the true extent of Zun-3's power, Mal's courage faltered, and he fled, barely escaping with his life.
Humiliated and broken, Mal descended into a spiral of shame and despair. He wandered the lands of Alathor, drowning his sorrows in drink and debauchery. But even as he tried to forget his failure, his power continued to grow, and his very presence left a mark on the world.
For Mal, you see, was not just a wielder of magic, but a conduit for it. And as he traveled, he sowed the seeds of his power, fathering countless children across the continent. These children, born with the same innate gift as their father, grew to become the first of a new generation of magic users, their abilities manifesting in ways they could not control. As the existence of these magic users became known, the world began to change. In Aurorum, they were hunted and persecuted, seen as a threat to the Empire's power. In other lands, they were exploited, used for entertainment or as weapons in the games of the powerful. And all the while, Mal continued his aimless wandering, unaware of the legacy he was leaving behind.
Years turned to decades, and decades to centuries, and still Mal endured, his power sustaining him even as his spirit withered. And then, in the twilight of his life, he found himself drawn back to the monastery, back to the place where his story had begun.
There, among the disciples of Isoko-5, he found not the forgiveness he sought, but something perhaps more valuable: understanding. For there, in that hidden sanctuary, he met his descendants, the inheritors of his power and his burden. And in their eyes, he saw the reflection of his own mistakes, and the hope for a better future. In the end, Mal spent his final days at the monastery, teaching and guiding the new generation of magic users. And when his time came, he was laid to rest there, a statue erected in his memory, a reminder of the power and the peril of magic.
And so, the tale of Mal, the fallen prodigy, echoes through the ages, a testament to the importance of humility, patience, and the heavy burden of power. For in the end, it was not his magic that defined him, but the choices he made and the legacy he left behind. And in that, there is a lesson for us all.