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The the Magical Realm- Arkadia magic is seen as evil or illegal. To prevent such actions the King has formed a special order to catch the one's who still choose to preform magic. But when a childhood friend comes across one of the guards, what will be their choice?

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Name: Owen
Age: 23
Race: Human, with dormant mage blood.
Apperance:
Bio: Owen was a childhood friend of Marina's, but they drifted apart as she joined the order of templars that guarded the kingdom from evil magics. However as he turned 15 something weird happened. One night he was about to get robbed but he somehow managed to conjure up a fire that scorched his attacker. SInce then he was branded an enemy and traitor to his people. After being ran from his home he was taken in by a band of wandering mages disguised as a circus troop. There he mastered the arcane arts, and with his mageblood, the learning was easier than most practitioners. He also became adept with acrobatics. From there he left the troop at age 20 in hopes to carve out a normal life, but little does he know that his past is going to come back for him in a large way.

A large boar docked at the pier district in the town. Waves of people flooded off the vessel and among them was Owen. As he looked up he recognized the banner of the kingdom. In almost a flash all of those memories flooded back to him; being chased away from his home, being disowned by his adoptive family, but among the torrent of nightmarish memories one good one shined through. "...Marina..." Owen said to hiself in contemplation before pulling his hood up over his head. The hooded cloak helped hide some of the markings on his skin that was a tell tale sign of a magic user, allowing him to travel among the public. As he wandered the street he noticed someone high up atop a building. She looked vaguely familiar, but he was not sure that it was because she was part of the order who hunted his kind or if she was someone he knew... but he dared not approach to find out.
Little did Owen know that he knew her better than he imagined. Owen made his way along the streets. After walking for some time he bumped into someone in the city, able to tell it was a guard of sorts from the clank of the metal. As he looked from bottom to top he soon realized the face was somewhat familiar, but in the garbs of the order. "Marina?" He blurted out in question unable to stop himself to remain incognito.

Owen was cautious of how to proceed. The small dragon was certainly a new thing and it showed as the raspy, high pitch growl continued from the dragon. However it was too late to back out now... she was in fact Marina, but what side she was truly on was unclear. Yet with Marina being one of the few people in his life that he was able to trust he pulled his hood back not having any mage marks on his face. "I'm just an old friend... It's been too long Marina." Owen laughed brushing the matted down hair out of his face.
But before they could celebrate Owen saw her contingent coming to meet up with Marina, causing him to quickly place his hood back up and acted simply as if he was asking her for directions. "It's probably not best to catch up in the open eye." Owen suggested. The two made their way down an alleyway to a small tavern on the poorer side of town.

Owen hung his head as she vented her emotions on him. "I never meant to hurt you but if I stayed..." He trailed off with a sigh unable to find the right words to explain himself. "I wouldn't have been the only one with my head on the chopping block." He added trying to articulate his story. He found it easier to show her instead. "Something happened the night before I left... something I learned about myself that I can't change." He said still regretting that happened. "Erif," he spoke softly and a small flame appeared in his hand for Marina to see before clenching his fist and extinguishing the fire.
"I couldn't turn to you for help because they would have killed you... they would have killed anyone that tried to hide me... so... I ran." Owen said looking back to her piercing violet gaze. "Please don't try and turn me in... I don't want anyone hurt." he pleaded sincerely.

His stomach twisted in his gut as he saw her reach for her sword. "I know what they did to you're brother. But I am not that person... I'm still me. Why else would I have showed you who was under the hood?" He tried his best to show her. However his eyes stayed plastered to her left hand, it would be his worst nightmare to have the only friend he had acting as his executioner. "Magic isn't all evil, it is no different than a blade... It is up to the wielder to decipher it's purpose." He said reciting what he had been taught,
Her steel stare showed otherwise. "I didn't ask for this. Your order has been hunting me for the past six years... I don't know why I expected that you would be any different..." Owen said sadly already thinking of how he could escape. "We can't change what we are... but I refuse to let it define who I am." he added posturing to get ready to run by stepping a foot back

"Oh, thank the gods." Owen said with a sigh of relief as he hand dropped from the sword and heard her words. The relief was bittersweet though, he hated to see her in tears... and worse it was partially because of him. He wondered if it would have been better if she just thought he was dead. "I thank you for not drawing your sword... I'll... just leave." Owen said to Marina. He wanted to console her... like he usually did, but he got the feeling that she would just pull away if he touched any part of her. "But all I wanted was a chance to prove that I am telling the truth. The second I learned of what I was. I studied to learn the... evils, as you call them, so that I could stop them from killing... I want all the killing to stop on both sides." Owen pulled his hood up over his head and turned his back. "I just want to live freely."

Marina's cold ending to the conversation was unlike her. He may have walked around the corner but he was not about to leave just yet. He had to get her to understand, but he just didn't know how. This time it was Owen keeping a rooftop observation of Marina. She looked really beaten up by the news. He stayed low as he traversed the rooftops, avoiding detection by the others. His magic was not evil. He had helped many on his travels. Saving farms by conjuring rain, protecting innocents. But just like now he was always told to never return.
As she went towards the beach there no longer was any buildings to follow on. He stood at the edge of a pole that held a banner. As he watched her Owen noticed someone approaching towards Marina. He recognized the coloration of the cloak. It was the Dark Brotherhood. But what were they doing here? As he drew closer to Marina he pulled out a kris dagger. His eyes widened before he stepped into action. "Tropelet" and in a flash he transported himself to the edge of the beach. "Marina! Look Out!" he shouted but she wouldn't turn in time. He had a choice, expose himself or lose his childhood friend. "Esacne" he shouted as he show a glowing blue ball of magic that froze the assassin in his tracks. Owen had to hold his focus to keep the man in place.