"Wow, you must be a fire wizard!" a voice exclaims, causing you to look behind you.

A young boy was standing in the middle of the path, his eyes wide and a grin spread across his face.

"Your throat is glowing like fire!"

Your free hand ghosts over your throat, you could feel the heat coming from it.

"Indeed I am." You nod.

"Wow, I've never seen a fire wizard before!" he seemed so excited.

"Deyarus!" you hear a woman's voice call out, "time to come inside."

You look over to see a very tired looking woman standing at the door of a small home. When she sees you and your glowing throat and seemed slightly worried. You nod politely and wave at the boy before continuing on your way.

The label of 'wizard' was never quite the right one, but what else could they use. Wizards were the descendants of the dragons, with the ability to control the elements. Each element had their own unique "quirks". You, as a fire wizard, had what looked like a fire under the skin of your throat, and as you breathe out harshly, a wave of harsh fire would burst from your mouth. You had only ever met one other wizard, they were a earth wizard, their skin looked to be made from stone, and you watched as they fought a band of orcs that had raided a village.

Wizards were quite feared and even tracked down and hunted. So you were always wandering. You try to keep to yourself most of the time, but you never hid the fact that you were a wizard. You weren't ashamed of being a wizard and often helped anyone that asked for it.

The sun was beginning to set and you knew that shortly it would be dark, as tonight was the night of no moon. The wind had seemed to die, the trees staying perfectly still. You keep your eyes forward, watching as the path dies off and all that is in front of you are trees and shrubbery.

You cease walking when you hear the sound of a loud slosh of water. You look down to see water wash past your feet like the waves at a beach. You turn to the direction the water had come from and begin the run in that direction. Your now drenched boots slams against the watery land as you look for the source of the water.

You come to a slamming stop when you come across two men. The first had a range of weapons on him, and a bastard sword in his hand. The second was a man in robes; his face was covered by a mask. The only part of his body you could see was his hands, which were quite pale.

Your bright throat gives you away quickly as both glance over at you. The weapon clad man lets out an angry grunt.

"Well, what a lucky day for me," he sneers, "two wizards in one day."

The man pulls something from his belt and flings it at you. You take a deep breath and cup your hands in a tube fashion and blew flames at the object. It quickly melts and you cease fire.

The sun had now set and it was almost impossible to see, the only reason that you could see was your throat. You could also hear the hunter running towards you and he appears in the light, swinging his sword down. You manage to dodge the swing and leap to the opposite side of the clearing. You nearly yell when you feel something wrap around your neck.

"Shh, I'm just covering your fire." You heard a voice, and you could only assume that it was the water wizard.

You look down to see a cloth covering your neck.

"Let's get out of here."

He tugs you along as if he had been living here his whole life. You couldn't see anything; the moonless night hid everything from your sight.

"In here." You're dragged into what you could assume was a small shack.

You blink in surprise when the abode lights up. You look around to see that it was a small one roomed shack. You notice that the robed man had taken a cloth from a light orb. You unwrap the cloth from your neck and sit it on the table.

"So, who are you?" you ask cautiously.

"Isn't it impolite to ask for someone's name without introducing yourself first?" they mock.

"Oh, well I'm (y/n)."

The stranger reaches up and pulls off his hood before taking off his mask, revealing a dark haired, bright eyes teen.

"Well, I'm John Egbert."