Those given life through the death of one are called humans. Those who use the energy produced by their souls to perform strange acts are called witches. Those who use that same energy for horrid acts are warlocks. Finally those who use their own breathes to deconstruct something and construct it into another are called alchemists.
There once was a family fully of joy. The mother Enid was an adventurer and completed commissions posted by others for coin while the father Allumeur was a healer who created potions for his party of heroes in case they suffered from illness.
These two beautiful souls created their son who they called Acrux. His name was inspired by his dear father. Their son grew to be a caring boy and one day when his mother got home from a commission she completed with a cut on her hand Acrux just wished he could make his dear mother all better. Enid had left prepreped meals easily accessible to Acrux since she had the commission and Allumeur was off with his party meaning she had to leave him alone.
Allumeur not being there for to heal Enid made Acrux stress over his mother's health and in an act of desperation he called her over from the bathroom where she was disinfecting her wound to the living room. She put on a smile for him and asked what was wrong and he said he wanted to try and heal her. Enid seeing that Acrux had a heart of gold and was worried for her played along.
He placed both of his small hands onto her wound making her hiss and concentrated so much that the slow but constant bleeding just stopped and arrived at the surface of the wound where it's dried state would serve as a band-aid. Enid was surprised that her son had the potential to use magic and even greater potential to utilize this ability to heal.
Allumeur arrived at sundown and he saw his lovely wife sweeping the floor then he noticed a red line on her hand so he asked about it and her answer shocked him.
How can he do magic? We're not practioners of it ourselves. Honey, are you ill?
Enid smacked his head with the broom making him yelp. He rubbed his head and suddenly he felt that something had tackled him to the ground with brute force.
It was his son. His eyes like stars in the night.
His blonde hair reminding him of golden shores, and his skin imitating wood.
Acrux would smile at his father being excited to see him again. He'd look into his father's round oceans that would fall into pits of darkness then step back and off of him to admire the hard work he'd put into his body.
His father always said that you need to be as strong as the rest even when just healing.
He'd look up as his father's messy hair that resembled his own then back at his mother who giggled at being tackled by his small son. They'd all laugh simultaneously.
Allumeur would stand up and dust himself off. He'd look at Acrux and pick him up proceeding to spin him around.
So you're a doctor now, little one? Your mom told me all about how you healed her hand.
Acrux's eyes light up more than they already are and he nods seeming glad that he got praised. He was born with special eyes that robbed the sky of two stars... literally.
Allumeur would put him down and Acrux would run to his mother then turn to his father. He jumps with excitement happily.
I wanna be a witch and learn magic! Then I could heal people and cure them of illness!
Allumeur smiles and gives his son a high five. Enid would go to the kitchen to start cooking since the chores were done now.
She would turn the stove on by turning the wheel connected to turning circles that had runes engraved into them. They would light up and start a fire under the pans and pots.
I'm making Drunken Soup, boys! I'm especially making it for my little witch!
If you really wanna be a witch I'll give you a grimoire I have stored after dinner, okay?
Acrux jumps up and down to his heart's content. Allumeur just smiles seeing his little boy growing into magic wanting to be a witch. He prepped the dinner table casually.
If you wanna be a witch then I hope you know what that means for you and us.
Acrux looked at his father curiously not knowing what he meant but listened on.
It means we'll travel with you. Witches have jobs in politics, knighthood, assassination, healer in heroes' parties', and more.
Every witch has a goal, son, what's yours?
Acrux pondered for a moment then his eyes lit up once again even though they always do. He then twirled and halted.
I wanna be friends with every Sovereign or anyone in general and make meaningful connections with people no matter who they are or where they come from. I want friends!