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MY LIFE BIOGRAPHY

Chapter 1: The True Noble One

To understand my life, one may say that you would first have to understand the life of my father. My Father was a great man, a noble wizard, like myself, a great spell caster, and of course, a loving father of his only son. That's what people tell me about him, although I do not really remember him, he died when I was a young boy. He was cast upon by the most evil of all wizards, the wizard that we shall not speak his name, ever since this day I have envied this wizard and known that some day, I will get revenge for my Fathers prosecution. My Father trained me in my earliest days of the dark arts, which of course are the hardest, and because of that I am forever in his debt. He was not only a dear father to me, but a great friend (for the short period of time which I knew of him), one of which that I could put my full heart into. I could trust him with anything.

Throughout my life I have always prided myself in knowing magical spells, knowing more than my childhood friends, heck, sometimes even more than my masters. I think the pride and talent came from my Father, for he was known as one of the best wizards in the west, if not the best. After his death my Mother would not speak and went into a deep silence, like the monks of cowloon, and to this day she has not spoken a word since. This... disturbance... has effected my life deeply since, imagine not having a mother or father to grow up with. No one to share your day with, no one to teach you spells, no one to love you. It ruined my self esteem for quite a while and I grew up as an outsider at school, with no friends to help me through life. But I can say that I have prevailed since then, and I am now a fully established wizard, with a noble title like my father. You must remember, your childhood makes the type of wizard that you will be when you grow up, so I tell you children, clutch onto the memories for they may not always be with you the next day.

Chapter 2: Life after death

After my Father died and my Mother's lips turned to stone, I began studying hard in the linguistics of the dark arts. I mastered all the spells and all the literature, my masters were impressed, for they had never seen such a hard working student. I was able to make the wind blow long and hard, for this was one of my first spells I learned. I startled the masters with my ability, they confessed that I scared them with my great ability, but I only thrived on such criticism.

To be continued....