STORY TIME!! I got some lore for ya.

You’re destined for greatness: a phrase Warez had heard time and time again while growing up in his village out in the tundra. At some point, the words lost all meaning when said over and over again by his peers, his elders, and even his parents. All that positivity and false hope resulted in Warez leaving his home to explore the world. What are we talking about you may ask? Let’s backtrack a bit.

Warez’s father, Wraxle, is well-known as a respected Cryomancer. He’s always served his town with honor and pride and even went to war to help protect the innocent when they deemed it necessary. All the people looked up to him and other mages wanted to strive to be just like him, Warez included.

At first, all seemed well. With a few years of training under his belt, Warez was swiftly learning how to control ice and snow. With his pops by his side, it seemed like he was going to be a top-tier mage in no time. That’s when the unexpected decided to creep in and have a little fun.

The training sessions soon began to get shorter and shorter with Warez starting to complain about how cold he got when casting spells. From a normal workday to a half-day to barely even lasting an hour before having to go back inside and hop into the hot tub to warm up. Neither he nor his parents knew what was going on, but since Warez was able to keep up with his studies they figured he didn’t need to practice that long anyways. Then one day, disaster struck while Warez was doing his training regimen.

He started the day by creating a tower of ice and snow off in the distance. Then he conjured up multiple massive icicle shards and fired them toward the tower, obliterating the structure to pieces. He took a deep breath and exhaled some frost. An unnatural shiver ran down his spine and he began his trek to see the results of his work.

He was suddenly stopped when he felt a stinging sensation run down his arms and all along his spine as if pins and needles were stuck all throughout his body. He looked down at his arms and noticed they were red from the frostnip. Trying not to panic, he stumbled his way back home still exhaling small clouds of mist.

This pattern continued to persist. Prolonged use of any ice magic resulted in frostbite, or worse, having the skin start to become a pale-blue color. Some would frequently find Warez hanging out at the public hot tubs just to warm up after a hard day's work. Word eventually got out around the town of the great mage’s son struggling to perform any of his skills. People would say things like “things will get better”, but it never did. Eventually, enough was enough and Warez wanted out. Not wanting to disappoint anyone, he left on a journey to find his purpose. Once he left, he swore to only use his ice abilities if absolutely necessary.

Now back in the present, the yellow dragon decided to visit his home and update his folks about what had been going on. After catching up, he takes the time to visit his old room once again and laid down to reminisce. It had been so long since Warez had performed any ice magic. He looked over his hand: most of the scars had healed and it only carried tinges of discoloration. He thought to himself since it had been a while, maybe he got over the issue that was causing the problem.

“Fuck it. What’s the worst that can happen?”

Let’s just say be careful what you wish for. He created a snowball from the cold surroundings and tossed it out the window. An intense piercing pain sparked in his hand. He gripped his wrist and screamed loud enough to strain his voice as he noticed it had turned blue and become encased in ice.

“Shit! Why did I do that? That was such a stup— AAAAHH!”

Wraxle darted into the room, saw what had happened, and sped over to the bed to comfort his son. His problem hadn’t improved in the slightest but actually had gotten worse, so much worse with time.

“Why does this have to happen to me?” he thought as he lost all feeling in his left hand, praying that his hand won’t just fall off. Welp, guess it might be time to take another dip in the hot tub just like old times.

 kodyfryzma 🎨 did an amazing job making this piece