Tamasa

The old wizards say two stars in the same sky must either align or collide. For Tamasa, their rival has always been that other star. They met as trainees in the shadow of a fortress made from midnight rock, their forms silhouetted against towering, colorful crystals as the sun set. Where their rival was all fire and force, Tamasa was quiet discipline and a poker face that revealed nothing. Every duel ended in a draw, every magical test a tie. Their masters saw only competition, but Tamasa saw a mirror. The ambition burning in their rival's eyes was the same cosmic dust swirling in their own. Their rivalry became a shared language, a code spoken only in the clash of practice blades and the silent nod of respect after a perfectly executed kata. One cannot shine without the other's light to push against.