Dear Journal, it was a while since i learned understood tragic tale of my teacher, Attentus. I'll try to relay few words about his beginnings.
He was trained under his Master, Versutus in a tower near Waterdeep.
Fiveteen years of tutelage, with no memory of his parents, for it was cleared by his Master who wished for no interference from the past. Versutus only mentioned that if not him, Attentus would be simple farmer.
First ten years were dull and lonely, mostly laboratory keeping, lessons with books and solving puzzles in solitude of the tower under his harsh Master.
Last five were more interresting, for it was then when spellcasting lessons started, and interraction with other students (under different Masters) began. They were preparing for a test, that would prove them fully qualified and entitled 'Magi', of their Masters Order. He remembers fondly that time...
'... We were spending almost all of our time together, playing, competing, learning, preparing for a test. It's first time i met friends, and first semblance of love...
... I remember our games of Creativity and Art (as he calls Magic), times such as when we played unresponsible games with charm spells, or other dazes. It's nothing worth advising for, it's too easy to get someone dear hurt...
... Other time we sat by fire at night and showed off cantrips, i won that time. Faces in the fire, appearing, showing different emotions, often similar to the people of the viewer's past. Simple mind trick and enchanting illusions that affect feelings...'
When he passed test, Attentus kept in contact with his Master, but left for Narfell in search of clues about Ancient Empire that was there long ago, and it's lost Magics. He was 'young, stupid and ambitious like this', he says. Attentus found and lost friends and first love there, but that's tale for another time, dear Journal.
-- Yours, Chea Allin.
