"You're not the only one who's felt betral" he stopped, and took a chance of letting his stance go slack.
"The reason i favor white magic, is because of the betrale i have sufferd at" he pulled up his left sleeve to reveal a burn mark that looks like it could have been receint.
"When i was young i focused on only black magic, my dad favored me, and my mother stood by me." he continued.
"When i was six my mother was daignosed with cholera, and from that till the time i was eight she taught me white magic." his expression darkend.
"Well, when my mother died, i didn't have the final spell of white magic, the one to revive the dead." he said, getting close to the climax.
"My father went crazy, he blamed me, he used the worst black magic ever imagined, "Hell's wrath" he said, the story was nearly to it's end.
"a hand made of pure fire rose from the ground and grabbed hold of my left arm, and almost dragged me down, but my mother had other plans, from her life bith of spiritual energy, she broke the spell my father had cast" he said, now was the wrapping point.
"my mother's last words were, "Lunar, you know the sting of betrayel, learn from it, and do everything in your power not to do it to anyone else" lunar finished.
"Tho' from that day, i've not been able to protect everyone i've met, but i've done my best, and also kept my promise to never cast the same fate" lunar said, wrapping up the story.
"So, while i can offer you nothing more then my word, i'm asking for your trust" he said, offering her his hand
"The reason i favor white magic, is because of the betrale i have sufferd at" he pulled up his left sleeve to reveal a burn mark that looks like it could have been receint.
"When i was young i focused on only black magic, my dad favored me, and my mother stood by me." he continued.
"When i was six my mother was daignosed with cholera, and from that till the time i was eight she taught me white magic." his expression darkend.
"Well, when my mother died, i didn't have the final spell of white magic, the one to revive the dead." he said, getting close to the climax.
"My father went crazy, he blamed me, he used the worst black magic ever imagined, "Hell's wrath" he said, the story was nearly to it's end.
"a hand made of pure fire rose from the ground and grabbed hold of my left arm, and almost dragged me down, but my mother had other plans, from her life bith of spiritual energy, she broke the spell my father had cast" he said, now was the wrapping point.
"my mother's last words were, "Lunar, you know the sting of betrayel, learn from it, and do everything in your power not to do it to anyone else" lunar finished.
"Tho' from that day, i've not been able to protect everyone i've met, but i've done my best, and also kept my promise to never cast the same fate" lunar said, wrapping up the story.
"So, while i can offer you nothing more then my word, i'm asking for your trust" he said, offering her his hand
