Gideon
For one thousand years, I'd been alive, a wizard in a magical world.

Through the years, magic had lost its power until we were secondary citizens. I'd survived regime changes, the birth nations, the fall of civilizations. I'd long been in a position of power, esteemed and feared within our community. That much I remember.

It's the last hundred years that are a little foggy. Somehow, this once skilled wizard, wielder of magic, had become a puppet. Controlled by Kael. I did the right thing in quitting my position in the council. Who could respect me after all that? I don't even know who I am anymore.

How could I help anyone else?

Diem
All I wanted was to find the lab and find my sister. Instead, I found a guy. A gruff guy. A wasted guy. And he was particularly quick to point out he wasn't a guy at all. He was a wizard.

Whatever.

I was more than I seemed too. Lately. Thanks to a wackadoodle performing experiments on humans. Thanks to some newly introduced DNA. The procedure was explained to me. And the outcome was soon evident. I was different...stronger...angrier...tougher. In the past, I was weak, timid. Now I was a force to be reckoned with.

I needed Gideon. And though he didn't know it yet, I think he needed me too.