I am Kali, known as the Mage. A feeble child for many days my mother and midwife were unsure whether I would live. My midwife, so my mother told me, seemed scared of me maybe due to my piecing violet eyes unknown in Elves. The midwife muttered protection spells and warned my mother that "no good would come from this weak and sickly child". But I lived and grew stronger, strangely my hair not golden like many Elves was as violet as my eyes. Even among my peers I was seen as a freak and had no friends except my parent's books. I was short even by Elven standards never cresting more than four feet. I decided at a very young age I would be powerful, a great leader of a land ruled by magic. I would find a powerful teacher and place the Elves back in their rightfull status as rulers of all.