On the distant island name of Ca-Elum a storm brewed over its large central volcano. The weather wasn't abnormal for the tropical climate but the size and scale of the rumbling clouds had citizens hiding in their homes. In one case it had a young man hiding inside a volcano, which was a bit of a redundancy because the volcano was his home. It had been for some of the earliest years of his life and now for the last five. Deep within the volcano where the heat should've killed any person who dared enter was a humble home carved in to the volcanic rock on a small stone ridge above a pool of bubbling magma. Inside, sitting atop a rock shelf fashioned into a rough couch was a man clad only in a black towel wrapped around his waist. It would certainly be all but impossible for anyone to recognize him, it had been five years since he had shown his face to the public, five years that is from his perspective.
Months ago but arguably years ago...
"Renaissance Flame!" A body broken and beaten and terribly wounded suddenly exploded in a blast of massive blue flames. However this was not his death, rather it was his trump card, the power of the phoenix flame which allowed the master of those flames to cheat death time and time again. The explosion would damage his foes, heal his allies and revive himself. But it didn't work that was this time. His foe the Dragon Knight Lancelot descended from the sky, crashing through the fire pushing it back with a single hand. His touch warped and corrupted the flames shoving it back into the boy's body. The flame's no longer recognizing their master began to burn him instead of healing him, for the first time making him taste his own fire. He surely would have died if Shuhei hadn't arrived on the scene. The white wizard swept in repelled the dragon knight and ultimately defeated Lancelot.
He survived the day but when he regained consciousness he learned his magic was lost. Lancelot's corrupting hand had stolen away his powers. The great wizard saint was now a powerless child. It was a humbling experience, or rather an incredibly embarrassing one. Fearing ridicule for being stripped of his magic, the boy ran. He never stopped, not ever, he could not.
Months ago but arguably years ago...
"Renaissance Flame!" A body broken and beaten and terribly wounded suddenly exploded in a blast of massive blue flames. However this was not his death, rather it was his trump card, the power of the phoenix flame which allowed the master of those flames to cheat death time and time again. The explosion would damage his foes, heal his allies and revive himself. But it didn't work that was this time. His foe the Dragon Knight Lancelot descended from the sky, crashing through the fire pushing it back with a single hand. His touch warped and corrupted the flames shoving it back into the boy's body. The flame's no longer recognizing their master began to burn him instead of healing him, for the first time making him taste his own fire. He surely would have died if Shuhei hadn't arrived on the scene. The white wizard swept in repelled the dragon knight and ultimately defeated Lancelot.
He survived the day but when he regained consciousness he learned his magic was lost. Lancelot's corrupting hand had stolen away his powers. The great wizard saint was now a powerless child. It was a humbling experience, or rather an incredibly embarrassing one. Fearing ridicule for being stripped of his magic, the boy ran. He never stopped, not ever, he could not.