[color=darkorange][center][h1]Mason Drake[/h1][/center][/color]
[hr][@Jollan][@Rai][@geurls][@Brithwyr]

As the party approached the stage, a knot began to form in Mason's stomach. He didn't expect to go up on stage... Looking into the crowd he saw many Neroan nobles, flashbacks began to rush through Mason's head, the beatings, the fear, the pain... no, no, no, No, [b]NO[/b]. He was a knight of the Aion now, life as e slave was behind him, and nothing could take that away from him.
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A feeling of nervousness flooded Mason as he watched Dremmick approach King Vrondi. What was he going to say? Would it sound stupid? His mind quickly became overwhelmed with worry as sweat began to gather above his brow.

[color=#FBB917]"You may approach."[/color]

With a heavy exhale, Mason approached the king. [color=darkorange]"King Vrondi,"[/color] he began, a sad look in his eyes, [color=darkorange]"my entire life, I've struggled with a terrible power inside me. Power that destroys my body every time I use it..."[/color] Mason explained with a sigh as he watched a black flame slowly creep around his hand before dissipating, leaving his hand badly charred. [color=darkorange]"I know I'm meant for greater things, I've felt it my entire life...."[/color] he continued; the young Seraphim's expression filling with conviction and determination. [color=darkorange]"My king, I seek a place where I can hone my power; learn to control it... A place where I can discover who I really am, where I come from, and most important of all, why this power was given to me, and  how I can use it as a force for good in this horribly chaotic world."[/color]