Revnen stood at the window in his office, staring down at the cheerfull hustle of the city. It seemed as if the city had been reborn since the prince had been victorious. The young man was 26 years of age, his hair was black as was his eyes. Though not tall, his body was toned, something he owed to his previous life style as a battle mage. For a moment he  realised that he wasn't the only one who had lost loved ones during the culling of the magi. The office lacked colour, the book shelves, the floors, his desk, the walls, they were all dark browns, blacks and greys. He prefered it that way. Sometimes he would see someone in the crowds below that reminded him of his family. The culling had taken everyone he held dear, everyone he loved. As a boy Revnen was taught magic by his mother and father, both skilled mages. He excelled at fire magic and alchemy, he had no interest or ambitions though, magic to him was a tool to help others and make his parents happy, back then. The last memory he had of his parents was the day they said their final goodbyes. He had been sent to live with a family friend, a battle mage. A few days after he left, he learnt his home was burnt to the ground and his family murdered. The battle mage helped him refine his skills and when he felt he had learnt enough, he set out to join the princes forces, eager for blood and vengeance. That was the path he had chosen, knowing that he might never find redemption. The prince had appointed to become an instructor, at the newly reopened mage school. He wondered why the prince would take an experianced battle mage out of combat to teach children magic. He had killed many in the war and by doing so he had broken the oath he had sworn to his mother, never to use his skills to kill another. " Perhaps this is my second chance ", he said to himself, before  grabing his coat and leaving to check if any new students had enrolled.