As Isarias, one of the last of the Elder mages, laid in his bed, he turned to his most trusted disciples, Esria the Bold and Vindian the Thoughtful for a final task.

Raise three disciples each, he said. From the six, all will inherit his final teachings. The art of the Elder mages must not be lost for the path of righteousness can only be protected with fearless might. The master's only condition was that strength must be balanced with virtue. One cannot lack the other. For power corrodes the heart and mind of those unfit to wield it. The hero's journey should be voided of pleasure and ambition, unsuited for those desiring glory.

Esria's disciple, Andasva the Virtuous, was unchallenged, but he was drowned with corrupted desires. Under Isarias's command, Esria killed Andasva, his beloved disciple. Andasva died, the night the world was invaded. He was sent back in time. This time, he will join a different school and lived with his desires instead of masking them.

(Be warned this story is very very sexual. I won't try to pretty up the sex scenes or downplay them either. For some, this will be deeply uncomforting. Read another story for ones with gentler hearts.) (I will also post this on royalroad)