Snippet #2062744

Connor sighed and looked up at the blue haired girl. "My true magic is Earth, but sadly I am cursed with the evil magic of frost. " he growled and stood up his hands defrosted and hit the rock wall as hard as he could to get his anger out which left a large hole in the wall. "My mother was young and foolish. Very kind to all feeding some by growing the few crops our soil could supply. She didn't have a glamerous life but it was a good one. Until the frost mages came. " he growled but slowed his breathing. " She was naive and tried to reason with them. They just abused her... " he bit his bottom lip as a few tears rolled out but they froze on his cheeks. " After a few years I was born, my father a frost mage. I was small and took after my mother's dainty body so they left me with her to die but I had survived somehow. She tried to teach me the ways of her magic and taught me minimal magic and the strength charm she herself used. " he looked down at his palm and gripped the green rune. "She was found teaching me by a mage who was stopping by for his turn with her and she was convicted and publicly executed. " the tears flowed a bit more and he sob slightly but tried to stop himself. "Then I was forced out of my home where I learned how to live from my magic. I use my mother's axe to this day as a tribute and when I grew large enough and got somewhat good at my magic I faced the remaining and killed them slowly. The only that dare to go through my town now go through quickly and silently. " he realized how much he had talked and stopped. " Sorry I always talk to much on this subject. " he sighed and shook his head.