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Mona Aurum was a young man with pale purple eyes. His noble lineage was in decline, his eyes only able to see the crumbling lands that were once part of a greater legacy. His father was growing old, and the young man would have to take his place, for what little it was worth. At his coming of age, all should have went well. He would Ascend, attain control over mana, train, and defend his lands. Alas, not everyone could have a quiet introduction to adulthood. At the great halls of his forefathers, before the murals of his ancestors, he was reminded history doesn''''t move like a stream but a cascade; vicious and sharp. And he had to be sharper. And feast upon the flames that chaos would bring.