Lucius/History

==History==
Born to wealthy parents living in a village at the edge of the woods, Lewis Powell spent his young days dilly dallying, just passing time. Ghost stories fascinated him. So did tales of sorcerers and adventurers and fairy legends kept him up at night, just lying awake in awe and wonder. But his parents didn't cease to warn him about the dangers magic could bear. But no amount of warning and lecturing can block out the thrall of magic.
Some years ago Lewis and his steed were lost deep in the woods, far from any road known to him. Afraid and cold, the young man reached for a candle to light. Instead of the warm light the candle provided, his eyes were caught by pink specks of dancing light. They were almost...beckoning him. Absolutely captivated, he followed them deeper into the forest. That young man died to the thrall in the deepest darkness of the woods, missed by few and quickly forgotten.
Quickly enough for nobody to try and find his remains or tend to him.
Rising from Lewis' body was...-Lucius? Lucius. Sounds about right. He knew... nothing. Nothing about the young man lying before him, the man he once was. Nothing about the strange lights he could summon at will.
And nothing about the small flame clinging to his translucent legs. What was that thing? It looked... oddly adorable. Maybe he should pick it up... Woah- It really liked that! How did he know? He just did! Amazing! Fast forward about a week and Lucius finally managed to wander out of the woods.
A month later he stopped scaring the nearby villagers just by being there. A year later he had picked up an apprenticeship and was on the way to become a chandler. A chandler with a flame familiar! Comical, but surprisingly practical.
With each passing year he regained more memories of his past life and he found that out of all the things he cared so deeply about, his past was the one he cared the least about. He was about to make his future after all.
And his future was looking bright, in the literal sense of the word. He moved on from his apprenticeship and set up his own workshop to make candles and sell them, bringing light into other people's life...light that would not leech said life from them.
His biggest hope for now is to be able to run a successfully business and to keep on spoiling his lovely familiar.
Hey, people will always need pretty looking candles, right?
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