[ WP ] A young man/woman steals the power of a mage . The powerless mage sets out for revenge .

My heart was so heavy it dragged me to my knees. My chest tightened and burned as I gasped for... for something. Not air, no... 
 
 Instead of the gentle wind stroking the trees and the stream flowing into the river, I heard each one of my painful breathes and rough whimpers. I bent over, arms wrapped around my stomach as if I could salvage what was stolen from me. 
 
 But there was nothing. 
 
 The Elder told me how dire it would be, that it would be a pulsing wound on my soul. I believed him, but I did not believe it would happen to me. I have never been in the favor of the gods, but what did I do to be at the mercy of this fate? 
 That Puppet took years and years of work and patience. They took my accomplishments, they took my future, they took my essence.... 
 
 They took my life! 
 
 I cried until the sun retired for the day, I cried until I had to vomit beneath the trees. I cried until a seed a vengeance grew in my leaden heart. I watered it with hatred, I raised it with pain. 
 
 In the mountains there are teachers who know how to kill without the use of magic. There are alchemist who can turn dirt into iron. The thief's tracks can be hunted by my familiar... 
 
 That Puppet took my life, and it is only fair that I should take theirs. 

