“That someone I was close to was a Mage. A great one. Powerful as they come. Richer than rich. He was in love. The greatest love he could find. He was in love with power. So much so that he was willing to sacrifice his own life for it. Not caring who he left behind. Not that he knew what he was leaving behind because he didn’t pay much attention anyway—craving, acknowledging and wanting power was all he was taught. Not only did he drown because of it, but he took someone else with him.”
