A wizard once grand, with magic divine,
A ritual of dark, a path he’d align.
Betrayed by a student, with a heart full of greed,
The spell went wrong, his form now a deed.
Half elf, half plant, a shadow he stands,
With roots that reach deep and branches that span.
His curse a blessing, his powers now grand,
His knowledge vast, with wisdom at hand.
Though life may be tough, he bears it with grace,
His legend lives on, his powers a wondrous space.
A reminder of trust and the dangers of greed,
The half-plant wizard’s story, a tale to take heed.
Half elf, half tree, with powers untold,
His curse a shadow blessing, his legend bold.
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Elethoria - Circle of Irithor