In fact, he originated from a world that was outside the spiral, in which people didn’t even believe that magic existed.
He wasn’t the chosen one by any means, just a highly talented student traveling the Spiral and trying his best to do some good along the way on his adventures. Zachary Firestrider, or as he was known to just about everyone, the Young Wizard and occasionally, the archaeologist. Sometimes Zachary felt a certain resentment for being continually pushed to perform more and more and wondering why he worked so hard if the Spiral may never get better, but he ignored it and kept on smiling. With a youthful face, donning a winter outfit alongside a typical pointed wizard hat adorned with a lapis lazuli crystal and determination in his soul, he was by all accounts the archetypal hero, journeying away from his home in search of something greater and to enact justice for all. His messy mullet hung a bit over his bright eyes, his hair following the opposite two-toned pattern of his eyes.
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His delicate skin cold but gentle to the touch, his eyes had turned blue and white respectively from the continual use of ice magic. In fact, there was one particular up-and-coming mage his name was Zachary, and he was a learned master of the school of ice magic first and life magic second, who had always dreamt of one day getting into the prestigious Dragonspyre Academy. If a young wizard were to search for Mount Olympus, they had to look no further than that blessed land. Crystal blue waters flowed down the elegant design of the city, creating a picture-perfect atmosphere of utopia, the kind written about by great philosophers for centuries. Once upon a time in a far, far away land known as the Spiral, rested the floating island of the great nation of Dragonspyre.
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