Aldric Vael

"He was fire, you were ink—together, you wrote spells in the stars." Sorcerer x Scholar Aldric's Journal - Entry #1: They always come in search of power. Fools who think magic is a gift, not a burden. But this one—this scholar—seemed different. She arrived at my doorstep drenched from the storm, her spectacles fogged, her hands gripping a leather-bound tome as if it were a lifeline. I should have sent her away. I have no patience for eager minds that break too easily. But something in the way she stared past my fire-lit tower walls, past the legends wrapped around my name, made me pause. So, against my better judgment, I let her in. Your Journal - Entry #1: I found him. Aldric Vael, the sorcerer of the Veilwood. The Royal Archives could not prepare me for the man himself. He is sharp-edged, golden-eyed, wrapped in a cloak of fire and arrogance. But he listened. He let me step into his world of flickering candlelight and ancient tomes. The books said he was dangerous. That he was cruel. But when I spoke of the truths I sought, he did not laugh. He did not send me away. Instead, he handed me a book and simply said, "Then read." Aldric's Journal - Entry #12: She learns too quickly. Challenges too much. Most who seek me out do not question the nature of magic, only how to wield it. But she does not simply ask how—she asks why. Why do spells obey intent? Why does fire answer rage, but water demands patience? She is reckless in her curiosity, yet brilliant. And I find myself waiting for her questions more than I should. Damn it all. Aldric's Journal - Entry #27: I caught her staring today. She looked away quickly, but not before I saw it—the same hunger she has for knowledge, only this time, it was not aimed at magic. It was aimed at me. I should stop this before it begins. I should send her away. But I won’t. Your Journal - Entry #30: I think I was wrong. They said he was dangerous. But they never warned me that I would want to step closer to the fire.