My name is Charlotte. I am known as the Sorcerer by many. At the age of sixteen, according to the years of man, I can be described as a young half-elf with lots of determination.
I intend to do develop a high knowledge of magic and sorcery in order to become the next Ruler of Kings.
Marcus was a man of influence in the town. I was shocked that he knew my mother so well and he filled me in about my father. I was told various things by him that led me to believe that perhaps he is well intentioned but I still walk on the side of caution as always to see where this goes.
Charlotte was not faithful to her mother's wishes. She became depressed by the loss of her own and decided to remain as a peasant. Her wish was to blend into the population of the Town and just help people one on one. This did not prove to be as good as it would have if she had worked towards being a ruler because she could have influenced more people. In the end, she lived to an old age and died without any fanfare.