The night was cold, despite the fireplace attempting to keep him warm. As a fire mage, the winter season was deadly. If the fire in his heart were to go out, Nathan would die. He burrows himself further beneath the heavy blankets to keep warm. Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, he's alerted by a noise at his window. He sits up, but before he can react, the intruder is upon him, throwing a butlap sack over his head.
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