Let me start by saying I'm sort of a sneak. I've always been interested in learning about magic, and I've often ended up in places I'm not supposed to be in as a result. During one of my "excursions," I was hiding behind a bookshelf and spying on a person in some dark cellar somewhere. At the time, I didn't know what he was doing, but he was actually casting a spell, and not a nice one. Something to do with the abyss. Anyway, he didn't know I was there, and I saw everything, causing a massive paradox. Some kind of demon or monster or something appeared in the room and began tearing it apart. I didn't stick around to see what happened after that. I wasn't the same after that. I was what we now call a "sleepwalker": someone who knows and accepts that magic exists, but doesn't yet understand how to use it. There aren't too many, so it's unwise to go around broadcasting it. Now that I knew I was on the right track, I had to know everything about magic. I traveled around to lots of places, trying to learn more.
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