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Born from the breath of a dragon and forged in the depths of hell. Legends speak of a man destined to veiled the power of all magic combined. But reality is more difficult than that. Sometimes legends lie and destiny writes itself. Iris knew from a very young age that she wasn’t like everyone else. She was born with a mark like all the others but hers was not black but rather it was red like blood. In the shape of a flower it reaches from one collarbone to the other. Whilst her friends got stronger in their magic she was left with nothing but to study the theories and history of magic. Than her eighteenth birthday came and things changed for the worse.