Ametyr

A gentle breeze slowly found its way down the sunny street, slowly ruffling the hair of a boy that was currently sitting at the side of a canal, watching the boats slowly move by. He had used his new freedom of the summer to leave the detested mansion he only called home in lack of a better word and go here instead. The wizard-part of Venice, Bellezza, had for some reason always been one of his favorite places when it came to holydays and escaping… It could maybe be blamed on that he could see a part of the ocean down here, and how silly that ever sounded Nicodemus had always been fond of water. The cold blue, powerful without even being