Lost in the flames
"F*CK!!!" The Archmage leaps out of his seat, summoning water elementals to calm the blaze. "And you had to do that didn't you? By the gods, Gaeten was right, you had to be a fire baby" Rathashan cries out, basket being washed by the water "Oh boo hoo, it's water! Deal with it" The archmage went back to ordering around the elementals, leaving the small child in a basket full of water. As the fire dies down, as does Rathashan, enveloped in steam and smoke.15 YEARS LATER
"Pardon my lord?" Darelith, Master Evoker of the tower queried to the Archmage. "You heard me, send him out into the field" The Archmage replied casually, tapping his fingers on his once again restored desk. "But my lord, he might do more harm than good to that area, especially with his... abilities" Darelith cautioned, but the Archmage swept aside the words. "He is going, and with his heritage he might just get along with those native to the forest." Darelith, at that point, decided to burst out laughing. "My lord, you cannot be serious, you know what the elves think of halfbreeds" "That is enough! Now, send our young pyromancer to the elven forests, and let him rid us of these pesky goblins"
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