"Mommy......... My hands feel funny..." I was six years old when I cast my first spell. It was pretty hectic at the time. My mother and I were inside our mansion of a hut when it happened. People were just starting to colonize Europa. My mother and I lived there for 4 months while my father was out there somewhere, fighting the great war. "What do you mean, honey? What do they feel like?" My mom looked concerned as if she knew what was going to happen. "I feel a faint burning in the tips of my fingers? And tingliness....." Just then my palms started glowing purple. My mother rushed from her cooking station, grabbed my wrists and threw my arms up so that my palms were facing the ceiling. BOOM! There was a huge hole in the roof. Turns out that a level 15 Nova Bomb causes a huge comotion in the neighborhood. I spent the next ten years practicing magic and spending time at the local shooting range. Now I'm the highest ranking operative at G.A.F.U. (Galactic Awoken Force Unit). My father had died while pursuing Charlamagne's Vault but he had hidden clues for me to find it and restore his honor. Now those alien scum are going to try and kill me, stop me in anyway they can, try and end my journey. I say bring it.