Cerulean
an excerpt

Thunder crashed, throwing sound in every direction, as I stood on the precipice overlooking the seaside. In the distance, over the tumultuous waves, a storm raged, sending spears of lightning from sky to sea with alarming violence. My robes whipped about me as the winds screamed shoreward, snapping the pennants on the city walls below in a vicious display of power. And through it all, I exulted.
I had grown up in this city, this metropolis known as Tor Astor. My parents were poor, my father a woodcarver and my mother a seamstress. I was never sickly, nor was I one of the robust youths of this city. My playground was more set outside the windows of the academies of the city, where I learned to read and write (something my parents never knew how to do), as well as learn of the great and terrible world outside our city. And where I first saw magic being used.
Magic, my first love. I watched the class that day, a simple one for teaching cantrips to second year students. They struggled, those children years older than me. I had seen only 7 winters, when most of them had been through ten or more. But to me, those spidery words and involved mudras, they just made sense. They locked into place, and I knew then that I could do this. I ran all the way home, ignoring the calls of my friends to play.
I burst into the house, and in front of my mother and father, I spoke the language of magic, twisted my small fingers in tight configurations, and produced a globe of light in the palm of my hand. My parents were ecstatic. He sent word to the Academy of Thaumaturgy and Sorcery of my ability. One brisk, frigid winter day, he and I traveled to the Academy offices in Tor Astor to be tested.
Magic… to this day it is my life. To feel the Power course through my veins, the sharp cut of the Sacrifice, and the exultation of shaping it to my will. All of these things are to me as a fine wine to a connoisseur, and yet, that sensation cannot compare to it. I have passed my tests of ability, and earned the signet of a Master Mage of the Art. I have traveled throughout the lands of our world, journeyed to far countries of silk and steel, and ones where the worship of the Gods was forbidden on pain of death.
I have learned the myriad tongues of this world, and uncovered spells ancient and mysterious, and foiled nefarious plots alongside dear companions, some of which I will never see in this world again. I am known as the Mage of Deepwood, Luth the Storm Wizard, Luth Stormwind, and many other names.
And this is a tale from one of those journeys…