Flashback [Courtyard] An Ironic Fate (Mirage)

[Eventine]

65th day of Spring 411 A.V Eventine was in a foul mood that day. He had received word, that his last remaining friend who was a Nuit as well, was killed in battle. Now he truly had no one to confide in that was there with him for centuries. There was only one thing now that would even be worth trying to attain. Power, through his own hands. His magic was mediocre at best and he was not strong enough to destroy his enemies. If his friend died, who was quite adept in magic, then his number could be up anytime. So that's what brought him to the Courtyard. Walking aimlessly but not of course without supervision, Mistress Wanda in the vicinity somewhere. He was intrigued in learning another type of magic, Spiritisim was a powerful tool so the old Nuit would try to learn it. He was exactly sure how to go about attaining the power to do so, but he was able to control magic to a degree so attempting it shouldn't be much of a hindrance. What's the worse that could happen?