She personally took him as an apprentice, to the astonishment and delight of his parents.” “However, his misfortune was a blessing in disguise, for the nation of Silvaria watched for talent such as his, and the of his city herself discovered Perril’s potential. A scene of his family fleeing the burning shop, a bucket brigade tossing water on the shop. The first incident was where he accidentally set his parent’s shop on fire.”įlame, shooting up from the boy’s hands. What I do know is that as a boy, he was so outstanding with magical potential that it manifested even before training. “Perril Chandler’s younger life was relatively uneventful as far as I know. Images appeared, showing a father and mother working to render candles out of tallow, keeping back from the bubbling pot, the boy playing with girl and boy. He was one of three children, an older sister and a younger brother.” “Perril Chandler’s father and mother had the same class. The young boy rose, manfully lifting the box and placing it with a stack.Įldavin watched, face serene and sorrowful. A narrow, vertical nation became expansive, and kept zooming, revealing a landscape bordered by the coast, reaching up to the mountains and bordering the larger forest nation of Gaiil-Drome and Pheislant, dizzyingly zooming in until it reached a northern city, further down, towards a boy helping to carefully put candles in a wooden box. It lies here-between Pheislant and Gaiil-Drome, a coastal kingdom, southern, small, but dignified.”Ī map of Terandria appeared on screen, and the view zoomed down, revealing that the map was actually the continent from afar. Even the land that used to hold the kingdom is broken and desolate. A Kingdom of Terandria which lives on only in memory. A humble family, who made their living in the Kingdom of Silvaria. He was born to, as his name indicates, a family of.
“The boy known as Perril Chandler was known not as some great talent, or the myth he would eventually become. Put movies to shame because it had tiny details from memory that were different from dramatic recreations, or too-polished sets and actors. His spells conjured each scene real to life, though, with a degree of accuracy that made it…too real.
Sometimes he walked through the scenes playing on the orbs, other times playing the omniscient narrator. A gentle song, without vocals, somehow managing to be uplifting and sad. This had all the hallmarks of a real story from Earth.
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