The Lore of Enchanter Daphne of the Waste

Kissed by the fire.

That is what people called me when I was born with a single lock of crimson red hair. It is a sign of luck, blessed by the powers beyond the veil. When I was three I set fire to my crib while I was asleep. A few days after I turned seven or oven exploded and destroyed half of our cottage. My parents still loved me with all their heart, can’t really say the same about the rest of our village. They still tried to train me as an enchantress, as it is our families business and ties into our blood as my mother used to say. You have to admire her tenacity of training me, day in and day out, in the art of imbuing mundane things with a bit of magic, given that most of the things I touched turned to ash pretty fast.

When I was ten I started to see the flame in my dreams.

In the beginning is was more like a flickering light on the edge of my vision, fragile and fidgety, whispering words I did not quite hear. But over the years it grew stronger, pulling me, transcending the boundaries of my sleep. It was there when I created Calzipher, whispering the right invocations and guiding my magic while I was imbuing the little swamp frog I caught myself with the essence of fire. It was there when my parents upbraided me how I could misuse my magic like this, absorbing the heat and anger wailing up inside me. It was there when I passed the final trials of the council to become an official enchantress, dampening the flames that want to burst out of me whenever I reach for my magic. I have come to believe that it was there all the time and I just had to learn how to connect to it.

I has been a few days since I heard about the Forgotten Souls. Others, imbued by magic like many and also touched by the flame like few. The stories that pass the land are as gruesome as they are fascinating. Wizards turning into ash or ascending beyond the planes of our existence.

While I have spoken about this with a few people and laughed about this with others, deep within me I know that the decision has been made. The flame hears the call and I can feel the pull. Like the purest of desires my days are consumed by a fire of yearning. So I grabbed a few supplies, Calzipher and all of the bravery I can muster and made my way to the Tower.

When I arrive I will live up to my name: I will finally and truly be kissed by the fire.

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