Krysta Sage

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Krysta's childhood was nothing unusual, he went to a basic school with a mediocre education. He learned to play music from his mother who was an artful musician, cultivating a deep passion for the arts and nature. Yet, his father taught him the basics for their livelihood, the very thing that brought food to the table - magic. Krysta's family was a mix of sorcerers and bards, making them a well sought after family for certain items, or even as a high class entertainment for ball and parties.

Of course, it would be one of these very parties that entire life would change - and not for good nor bad. The queen of the kingdom adored him, yet Krysta wasn't entirely fond of her. So he continued to play his music for the guests, moving across the ballroom, dancing, and playing the fiddle. The queen upset not having what she wanted, began to spread rumors during the ball. Rumors that had guests turning on him. 

Krysta fled to the gardens, his pride abused by such false rumors, the queen followed, hoping her appearance would save the day. He knew she was up to something, knew that she did all this. He used his magic to turn her into a horse that he then rode off into the night on.

He took up a lonely little shack in the woods, far enough away from the kingdom that he wouldn't be bothered. In the process he brought in a widowed woman and her only son to live in the house. He valued her as family and treated her with respect. He kept them fed with his trades in a near by village or what he brought home from hunting. He never expected them to pay, the boy cooked, and she cleaned, yet Krysta never asked them to. 

It came to the family with no surprise when he brought home a lost boy, one who wasn't familiar with the woods but skilled enough in bow to save the mage's life. He housed this boy until he became a young man who, with the mage's prized horse, took off to the kingdom. Krysta spoke with a soft smile and fondness written on his face, "should you ever need my help, play the zither, if i do not come, play the flute, and again should I not come. Play the fiddle and I will surely be there to save you, as you did once for me."

And once, the boy did call for him, with a cry as they planned to slaughter him and Krysta saved him as he promised. And the boy was off to wed and continue his life like the incident never happened.

Krysta felt a loneliness deep inside his chest that made him ache deeply. It was love - like the boy was his own son - and he longed to go on walks and hunting trips with him.This feeling intensified after saving the young man. He missed the familiarity of his life while the boy lived with his patchwork family.

One day he was perusing through his books - staff balanced against his hip - trying to find the one book he wanted to read while sitting out on the porch. A deep black book that caught his eye, was one he was not entirely familiar with, it smelled old of quiet knowledge. Krysta grabbed the book and opened quickly. What he was not prepared for was to wake up tangled up in a bush in a place entirely unfamiliar to him. No - this, this was definitely not home.

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