The Beginning
It started with a simple question: How can I help?
I'd never been the strongest, never been the fastest. But I had a gift—a connection to the aether that flowed through all living things. When I held my first cane, felt the warm pulse of healing magic flow through me and into a wounded companion, I knew I'd found my purpose.
The Path of the White Mage
Training wasn't easy. White magic demands discipline, focus, and above all, care. You're not just mending wounds—you're holding lives in your hands. Every decision matters. Every cast counts.
I learned to read a battle, to anticipate danger before it struck. I learned that sometimes the greatest heal is the one you save for the right moment, and that keeping calm when chaos erupts is its own kind of strength.
Beyond Healing
But I'm more than just a healer. When the situation calls for it, I can pick up a bow and support from afar, weaving songs that bolster my allies. And yes, sometimes I even don the armor and take the hits myself—though I'll admit, it's not my favorite role.
The point is, we all have the capacity to be more than one thing. Our gifts are meant to be shared, adapted, evolved.
What It Means to Me
Being a White Mage isn't just what I do—it's who I am. It's about compassion, resilience, and the unwavering belief that everyone deserves a second chance.
And if I can give them that? Well, that's more than enough for me.