The beings who raised me almost killed me before they found out my real value.
They became my mentors, and then - as my powers expanded - my servants.
What they never knew is that "mystic" means both master and novice.
So, I left them to find someone who could actually teach me balance between the two extremes that lived inside me. And, like a double-edged sword, could cut both ways.
And, like a flip of the coin, either of my faces could show at any time.
One of salvation, the other of instant annihilation.
