I have met with the trainer of mages inside the burnt out chapel near my crypt. His training has started to take effect and I grow more proficient each day. Why I ever doubted the power of mana and spells before, I will never know. When I struck down my first Scourge with nothing but a burst of Fire from my fingertips, I knew the infinite power I could and would wield.
As incredible as my ability are, I must constantly keep my layer of frost covering my fragile form. If I let it melt, I run great risk of being destroyed by my former friends, the Scarlet Crusade. I have already committed this error once before. When I was but one blow from being sent back to the grave, a kindly priest happened to pass by. Before I could cry out however, I was silenced, keeping my repitore of spells from being cast. This priest however, noticed my plight and quickly shielded me and cast a strong healing spell over me, which gave me the strength to hold off his attacks and send him to the abyss with a bolt of purest ice.
