My first understanding

        This is the tale of my first true understanding of Alolypithian Magic. Enjoy!
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   Age: 5 yrs 3 mon 
   Location: Frozen Lake in Grizzlehiem
   Weather: Sunny but snow-covered and iced over
   Story: I was running, breathing in synch with the crump, crump, crump, of snow under my feet. I ran to my favorite spot: the forge of life. Where ice that holds the water of a soul together is formed and where a flame of death burns. I often looked in the the flame in order to understand my enemy; the man who killed my parents, Hox. I often tied to jump in knowing that for anything but ice it is a teleport to hell. I had to go to hell during the summer of Grizzlehiem to practice my Alolypithian magic and to mater each of the parent schools. The seasons of hell are flipped; during the summer the lava turns to crystalline structures. During winter the lava flows freely. So I set up a pool of ice and fire together, otherwise known as Lavather to take me back. I would always try to find a way to beat the monsters outside of my training fortress; the stripping room of the soul. I tried shooting from a distance. I tried fighting close up, but i could never beat them no matter what magic I used. I was walking out to find a monster one day when I accidentally stepped into Lavather and it teleported me into a frozen lake. This was the first true test of my skills in Alolypithian and ice magic. I tried for hours and, being used to ice  so I never suffered frostbite, had no luck. I thought I'd be there for years. I kept exercising and, although didn't know it,  the ice started to crack and move away. Some said that the cracking sounded like a falling tree, many frightening and loud snaps. I, one Grizzlehiem day later, arose from the ice. I felt rested and ran up a tree, it steaming from the magic radiating from me.