On my world, there was a treasure-hunter known as Zamaran. Zamaran's dream, if you will, was to find a magical crystal that granted wishes, called the Everlight. He looked all over the mainland for it, high and low, for many years. He trained an apprentice, called Sven, and even started a school, but he kept returning to his search for the Everlight.
[He is taking some serious liberties with Zamaran's history, but he honestly doesn't remember it that well at the moment.]
But while he was searching for it, he got into an accident that blinded him. So he stopped looking. His apprentice, Sven, took up where he'd left off.
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On my world, there was a treasure-hunter known as Zamaran. Zamaran's dream, if you will, was to find a magical crystal that granted wishes, called the Everlight. He looked all over the mainland for it, high and low, for many years. He trained an apprentice, called Sven, and even started a school, but he kept returning to his search for the Everlight.
[He is taking some serious liberties with Zamaran's history, but he honestly doesn't remember it that well at the moment.]
But while he was searching for it, he got into an accident that blinded him. So he stopped looking. His apprentice, Sven, took up where he'd left off.