Mage & the Mark

In the land Faraway, a young traveler traveled to the Crystal Lake to seek the aid of the only Mage. Unfortunate for the traveler, he bared the ancient mark that was not proudly looked upon by most people in Faraway. As pallid is he was because of it, he was courageous enough to seek help of the Mage.

After days of traveling he found the Crystal Lake and shortly after spotted the Mage looking down on him from a rock.

The Mage at first appeared to be somebody ordinary simply in fancy dress. She had tattoos shaped like hooked swords on any skin exposed, and an odd necklace seemingly made from golden corns resting on her shoulders. The Mage did not move from the rock, instead the traveler made his way closer. He already felt judged and shameful while the Mage remained staring down intently at him. The moment the traveler reached the rock, the Mage cried, “I cannot help you, you bare a stigma of old.” The traveler some how knew eventually that this would happen. “Please you don’t understand my grandfather is very sick and I don’t know what he has but he is dying.” The traveler pleaded. “I presume he holds the ancient mark as well, be gone I can’t help you or your grandfather,” the Mage cried. “Wait listen, it’s not what you think, this mark I hold has been in my family for generations, I have been born with it and neither me my parents or grandparents have any interests in it’s origins, or what it stands for,” the traveler explained.” The Mage sat in silence seemingly unconvinced. “You are not profane, to the history of the mark then?” asked The Mage. “No never have, but I don’t want to lose it either, I believe that the human race will be able to live in peace not dependent on who bares the ancient mark.” The Mage didn’t seem to difficult to convince anymore. She was magnanimous and gave the traveler what he needed, having faith in his belief for peace.