Post by Ecko Creasent on Jan 8, 2007 19:28:55 GMT -5
Donnach of Drostan. A Scholar. A Upper Class Royalty. Donnach was born in the city of Drostan, 999 A.D. to the Lord James the Third and Marie. He had spent much of his life studying the magic that both his parents offered him. Pureblood.
When Donnach was just seven years old, he had been sent away to a magcial realm in which he had been provided with further knowledge of magic. Both evil and good. He had been a very experienced pupil, and learned many of the different cultures throughout the earth. His group had also managed to travel to Eygpt, to view the ancient magics located within the temples of the Sun God.
When he turned fourteen, he was sent back to the city of Drostan to continue his education. He worked in the Temple of Dienga, which had kept a massive amount of scrolls located in the undergrounds of the holy temple.
On his twentith birthday, he had been given part leadership of the temple, sharing it with another scholar of weathly ancestors. He created a scroll of each of the charms that he had once practiced. By the year 1022, the scroll had been completed and added to the library.
On the year 1023, Donnach recieved word that there was much help needed at a local school. Since his job as a scholar was to provide information, he needlessly accepted the position as a Charms Professor.
When he arrived at the school, only the Headmaster, Artair, and the Conall had been staying there. He created a friendship bond with Artair, but created an enemy with Conall. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to become friends with his new co-worker, everything just went downhill.
On the Eve of the opening of term, Donnach sat inside of the hidden section in the library. He'd been reading books on how the moon, on full moons would transfigure objects. It had been a rare natural spell, that if done, would provide everlasting use of it.
A sudden flash of light came from the hills. He couldn't bother to get up, being so immersed in the scroll. All he knew was that the headmaster was trying things once again.
More to be added as History revises itself.
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When Donnach was just seven years old, he had been sent away to a magcial realm in which he had been provided with further knowledge of magic. Both evil and good. He had been a very experienced pupil, and learned many of the different cultures throughout the earth. His group had also managed to travel to Eygpt, to view the ancient magics located within the temples of the Sun God.
When he turned fourteen, he was sent back to the city of Drostan to continue his education. He worked in the Temple of Dienga, which had kept a massive amount of scrolls located in the undergrounds of the holy temple.
On his twentith birthday, he had been given part leadership of the temple, sharing it with another scholar of weathly ancestors. He created a scroll of each of the charms that he had once practiced. By the year 1022, the scroll had been completed and added to the library.
On the year 1023, Donnach recieved word that there was much help needed at a local school. Since his job as a scholar was to provide information, he needlessly accepted the position as a Charms Professor.
When he arrived at the school, only the Headmaster, Artair, and the Conall had been staying there. He created a friendship bond with Artair, but created an enemy with Conall. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to become friends with his new co-worker, everything just went downhill.
On the Eve of the opening of term, Donnach sat inside of the hidden section in the library. He'd been reading books on how the moon, on full moons would transfigure objects. It had been a rare natural spell, that if done, would provide everlasting use of it.
A sudden flash of light came from the hills. He couldn't bother to get up, being so immersed in the scroll. All he knew was that the headmaster was trying things once again.
More to be added as History revises itself.
© Copyright to Blue Crystal Academy. Stealing is not an option.