The humans call me Nemon Fargus. They call me wizard, and [Elementalist] and [Enchanter]. They call me teacher. They call me adventurer.
But I don't care. Not anymore. For more than a hundred and fifty years I've served the Kingdom of Sena. Through four Kings and a Queen. Two wars and a rebellion. I've founded and taught at a magic school. I've fought against beast waves and dungeon breaks.
But now? Now, the one close friend I had left has passed. So, I'm done with their politics and their economics. The short and busy lives of humans are more burden than benefit on the weary soul of this half-elf. Now, I'm looking for a refuge, a place that can well and truly be my own. Away from the growing cities and the bustling markets, away from the pointless wars, away from the eager students and the arrogant adventurers. It's too much.
I'm seeking the peaceful life of a wizard in his tower, studying magic to advance my spellcraft. We'll see if that happens.
This story is a rough draft. Feel free to point out errors, grammatical, spelling, plot, etc.
This is a slow burn novel, but will only ever be told from one POV.
How well this story is received by readers will determine if I continue writing.
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I hope you enjoy!