Elandor Nigmas was a mage’s apprentice — which meant he was a servant in all but name. He cleaned the tower, hauled supplies, scrubbed alchemical stains from stone floors, and disposed of whatever his master had wished

He was also the potion tester. If Master Thorne brewed something that might make a man taller, shorter, green, or dead… Elandor drank it first.

When ordered to fetch multi-faceted rubies from a neighboring town — components for his master’s beloved delayed blast fireball — he obeyed as always. Apprentices did not question. They endured.

The Shooting stars burned across the heavens, bathing the land in cold, silver light.

Elandor’s life was hard, small, and often thankless. But moments like this — brief flashes of beauty in a world that had given him very little — were enough to make him wake up again the next morning.

That night, wonder turned to terror.

And nothing in the valley would ever be the same.

This is his story.

Made by Man & AI
Created as therapy.