At age 12 I was inducted into a coven of mages. They taught me how to play with fire: Controlling the ambient temperatures around me, conjuring flames and even flashes of bright hot lights. They did not expect me to rise in the ranks quickly. It was a slow burning endeavor they said. Occasionally they would match up the new students with other new students to practice what we learned.
My opponent was an orange haired girl named Delirissa. I was told nothing about her beyond that she too was training with the fiery arts. She looked like she ate and drank reasonably well and her dress suggested that she came from a well to do family. I did too yet my mother and father rarely supported me with gifts of money. Truth be told I was jealous...