I wanted the lifestyle of a mage.
To live surrounded by the glittering towers of Vezzereth, the enticement of magic in the air. To be served by maids with eyes like jewels.
So I studied hard and became one.
But the towers didn’t glitter as fiercely as in my dreams. The magic wouldn’t sizzle as I wanted it to, and the servants’ eyes weren’t quite as bright.
It seems I am what they call a dreamer.
I wonder if reality will ever be enough for me.