Eirell was always told never to play with fire, advice she ignored, and it cost her everything.

From an early age, she was captivated by the elements.

She’d linger outside on cold nights just to feel the wind sting her skin, and at family dinners, she’d lose herself in dancing candle flames.

She always knew she was different, but never understood the strange energy that pulsed within her.

Pain that burned through her cheek and arm, filling her with both rage and exhilaration.

Longing for belonging, Eirell fled her small hometown under the cover of darkness, leaving her family behind.

Her destination was the famed Institute of Sorcerers, where she hoped to master her powers.

Within two years, she rose to become one of the most gifted students the Institute had ever seen, commanding fire and bending the elements to her will. But her strength bred resentment.

Tormented and ostracized by her peers, her fury grew until one bitter winter night, it finally erupted.

In a fit of vengeance, Eirell unleashed an inferno that consumed the Institute’s halls, destroying relics, killing students, and drawing Seifor, the Warden of Magic himself, into battle.

Fire met ice in a mighty duel that left the Warden defeated, and Eirell horribly scarred.

Her face was burned beyond recognition, her beauty and innocence lost forever. But to her, the price was worth the power.

Now she drifts from town to town, her face shrouded beneath her hood, her name whispered in fear.

A bounty hangs over her, yet none dare to challenge her.

Eirell takes small jobs to survive, but her ambitions remain vast.

She once ruled the Institute, and now she seeks dominion over the entire realm.

Deep down, she fears her hunger for power will one day destroy her completely, but for Eirell, there’s no turning back.

The past is behind her and the future is glorious.