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Alexander stood atop the highest point in Tolbrid, intending to enjoy himself amongst the stars. Sadly, such plans had been ruined by the weather; rain poured from the heavens by the bucket load and lightning flashed across the sky. Normally this would irritate him to know end, but this was an opportunity to practice his magic and even the greatest of kings couldn't always have his way. " I will deal with you arrogance in due time," he addressed the weather like a person, "but at the moment I require your services and shall grant you amnesty." With that a bolt fell from the sky, appearing to strike him where he stood, despite being the mage of Thunder, his ability to generate power was incredibly poor and he can't control natural electricity like lightning without physically touching it. The common people watching their prince didn't know this bit of information.

As such when their eyes cleared and he still stood, lightning bolt in hand, there were various whispers and screams from the crowd. However, he ignored all this, it took all his concentration to continue from here. The bolt in his hand slowly began to dissolve into his body, and all the electric energy of the storm began to merge into the bolt in hand. His body began to glow, and eventually seemed to be made of light itself, at this point he felt himself bursting, the amount of power he'd absorbed was far less that what he was trying to channel and he felt the energy seeking an escape. To prevent everything from rebounding and killing himself, he began to compress what electricity he could into a spear in his hands. Even at his best, still not enough to harness this much power. He threw the spear to the next mountain over, since it was pure electricity, the feat was nothing and the bolt exploded on impact...the sound outdoing his power by far. In irritation at the fact, he lost control of the energy and his body became a ground for all the remaining energy. The glow and radiance of his lightning for subsided, leaving him normal but he had a natural reserve of electricity to use so his sub par generating ability was hidden for now.

"At least thunder shall not disturb my sleep this eve," he mumbled to himself as he walked towards the castle. On his way through the front entrance, a servant stopped him, "Prince Alexander, you need to gather with the rest of the royal families for the upcoming festival. Why are you not prepared?" Rather than responding immediately, Alexander let some of the lightning he'd absorbed crackle across his body.

"Tomorrow." With that single word, he moved past the servant and went to his quarters, if need be he'd simply drain some power and move far faster than the carriage and arrive nearly instantly. Doing something like that was incredibly draining, so he wouldn't unless he absolutely had to, as he drifted into sleep he dreamed of being able to generate the power he'd felt within the storm himself, no...more, then he'd truly be worthy of claiming himself as king.