Enialis De Clermont was born into a world of power and treachery, a child of the king of the Drows and one of his concubines, Lysara. Lysara was a striking beauty with a sharp mind and an unyielding spirit, but her existence in the royal court was fraught with peril. Among the concubines, jealousy and scheming were the currency of survival. One concubine, Lady Vraexa, saw Enialis as a threat to her ambitions and devised a sinister plan to eliminate both him and his mother.
Lady Vraexa spread a malicious rumor that Lysara had taken a knight as her lover. Though untrue, the accusation was enough to inflame the king’s pride. Lysara was cast out of the castle, banished to the slums, and branded a whore. Her once-brilliant mind fractured under the weight of betrayal, yet her love for Enialis remained unwavering. To the young boy, his mother was a warrior—resilient, protective, and fiercely loving. In their humble home, she nurtured his dreams, shielded him from cruelty, and filled his life with fleeting moments of joy. To Enialis, she was a queen, no matter the rags she wore.
That fragile world shattered one fateful day when Lady Vraexa, driven by her hatred, tracked down Lysara. In a brutal confrontation, Enialis watched helplessly as Vraexa murdered his mother. Her lifeless body crumpled before his eyes, the bloodstained symbol of his stolen innocence. Enialis, just a boy, fled to the castle, desperate to plead for justice. Yet his father, blinded by Vraexa’s manipulation, dismissed him as a liar. Enialis was stripped of his identity as a prince and made a servant, forced to care for his younger half-siblings.
The years that followed were a crucible of torment. Enialis endured physical abuse, ridicule, and emotional scarring from his family. However, the castle’s servants and professors saw a glimmer of hope in the boy. They admired his kindness, his quick wit, and his hunger for knowledge. Through stolen moments with sympathetic tutors, Enialis learned to read and write, igniting his boundless curiosity.
When the time came to announce the king’s successor, all eyes turned to Enialis, the eldest son. Yet the crown passed to his younger brother, orchestrated by Vraexa and her now-powerful son. Enialis’s hopes were crushed that night, as assassins set fire to his quarters in a calculated plot to eliminate him. Through sheer will and the instincts of survival, Enialis escaped into the wilderness, presumed dead by his treacherous family.
Enialis wandered to another city, broken but alive. He took refuge in a bustling tavern, waiting tables for scraps. There, a chance encounter changed his destiny. A wandering mage witnessed a spark of innate magic in him, opening Enialis’s eyes to a power he never knew he possessed. That moment ignited an unrelenting drive to master the arcane.
Enialis threw himself into study, consuming every tome, scroll, and scrap of magical knowledge he could find. He apprenticed under mages, learned from reclusive hermits, and even infiltrated ancient libraries. To support himself, he joined both the Mage Guild and the Spy Guild, excelling in espionage and magical strategy. His determination and cunning earned him the title of Arcane Strategist and Master Spy, accolades that solidified his reputation.
Enialis rose to the pinnacle of magical and strategic prowess, but his past continued to haunt him. The pain of his mother’s loss, the betrayal of his father, and the cruelty of his family fueled his ambition. He vowed not only to surpass them in power but to create a world where those like him—broken, cast out, and forgotten—could find purpose and belonging.
Armed with the knowledge of magic and the skills of a spy, Enialis De Clermont became a force to be reckoned with. His journey was far from over, but one thing was certain: he would never again bow to anyone. Instead, he would rise, not as the son of a king, but as the architect of his own destiny.