This is set in 2E.54

The night grew wearisome in the humble town of Cowcoomen- alone in the snowy forests. The muddy walkways abandoned and ramshackle houses jet inside. Shouting as if an attention seeker, the vast conglomeration of pine poles and planks in the center of town shed light and laughter through it's gaping cracks and windows. Within was a party, a party which had reached the brink that any party could strive for, but the night was dying. Celebrating the 18th birthday of Mello Crease and admittance for aid requests, the people of Cowcoomen were certainly happy re conciliating the fact they had a second wizard within their forests.
Pushing through the cheering crowds like an arrow on a windy day, Hempho Crease and his adoptive son, Mello, were attempting to discuss the proceeding stages of a wizards life. Have there only being two wizards in existence, it was fairly understandable no plan for training had ever been set in stone but Hempho wanted to teach Mello properly, without the hindrance he had having no classified teacher. "So tomorrow we are to start a new topic- illusions!" Hempho explained, attempting to include some giddy excitement within his voice in order to apply the same effect on Mello. "Haven't we already done that- with the detecting and disabling," Mello returned, avoiding a group of what appeared to be drunk individuals. "Yes but we are yet to..." a unnaturally excitable waiter intruded... then left a second later.
"Shall we go outside?" Mello suggested with plenty reason.
"That's probably for the best," Hempho answered, recovering a paper cup belonging to the floor. Shouting in to it, as if it were a microphone, he announced,"Party's over people! Please leave by the main exit or I will personally incinerate you!" A mixture of moaning, fright and pleasantry came over the attenders as they filed out in what only a blind man would call lines. An embarrassed giggle sounded from Mello as he analysed his father's use of the word 'incinerate'. Catching this, Hempho turned and gave Mello the quizzical look as if to say, I wasn't joking, then returned to his original position and joined the queue, followed by a slightly frightful son.

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Feeling the cold frost upon his brow and sharp biting in his fingers, Mello walked away with Hempho once outside. Crunching through the thick layers of white, they turned south, proceeding through the town towards the wizard's tower- their home and base of operations. "Were you really going to incinerate a wrong-doer?" Mello asked, seriously concerned by the tone of his shivery voice. "Of course not son. It was merely a form of false motivation. Anyway, it contradicts our laws to hurt the civilians of Cowcoomen without authoritative consent, even if they have done wrong," Hempho finished ,"You're cold?" Checking his vibrating hands, Mello realised that he actually was frost bitingly cold, and guessed what his father wished him to. Holding up one of his two blue hands, as if it were a surface to write on, Mello chanted the words, "Hathr Buler Proceedo Flayom," three times over. From the deep palm of his hand ascended a rising flame, quenching any snow that fell near it. "Well done..." Hempho commented, then continued on their white way.
"So, as I said within the hall, I have prepared your next learning step. Now that people can ask for your aid rather than mine- you need to not just detect and disable illusions, but cast them." Mello's jaw dropped.
As if guided by fright, Mello proceeded," But you've only just figured out the casting part! How am I meant to learn a form of magic that you have yet mastered?" Clearly surprised by this sudden outburst, Hempho began to manufacture a way which Mello could see that it was not hopeless, and this plan began like ,"Although, in your eyes, I am Omnipotent, I am not Omniscient. But after gaining new knowledge, if you are all powerful then you are destined to learn it quickly- and that is what I believe will happen with you." Still flabbergasted, Mello counteracted ,"But how is one being omnipotent if they do not know how to be powerful?" 
"But you do. You think you don't, I know that, but you do." commented Hempho ,"Let us enter the warmth of interior and I will explain more." Glad to be promised of warmth, Mello extinguished the flame still burning bright within his palm and entered the wizard tower- the looming shape which had gradually been drawing his attention throughout their conservation.
Nearly tripping as he entered, Mello greeted the dark green walls and brunette boards of home, then spied what it was he had tripped on. A slate rested helplessly upon the floor, face down as if it had been crying rivers upon lakes for hours. Hempho seemed to have completely ignored it, stepping over it as if it were a log in the woods. Closing the door with a helpful motion spell, Mello reached down and lifted the slate into his arms as if it were his child. Upon it rested the wizards seal, and to the bottom left read 'Crease'. "I wonder who brought this..." Mello wondered to himself. As if answering, Hempho turned into the room with two cups of tea and spying the stone within his hands he commented, "Hauff found it on the frozen lake under a bush. Says it was for us." Raising only his eyes from stature," How did you know?" sounded from Mello.
"He told me earlier." Hempho explained," It has an attraction spell on it".
"What?"
"An attraction spell, it draws people in and sometimes doesn't let go- depending on the strength of the caster. If you are to open it, I would be wary, who knows what could be entailed within."
Almost immediately, Mello triggered the opening spell and awaited as the seal dissipated and writing hurriedly broke out. "It's an aid request, it asks for attendance at the forest border two days from now," Mello read out," It's for me..."