::With the orphanage nearly finished, Aurthur decided that he needed to learn to harness the magical powers of the runes beneath his eyes. For he needed to be strong to protect his family. For hours he practiced using the magic until he would exhaust himself completely. Twice he passed out in the middle of his practicing he had fatigued himself so, and he would rest for a while before going right back at it. He had learned how to create numerous shields and wards, mastered dozens of healing spells that could cure anything as small as a cold, to replacing a lost limb. He learned that combining the elemental magics, he could create stronger magic, but he pushed too far. While trying to combine all six magics of earth, wind, fire, water, light and darkness together, there was a rumbling of the earth, and he was surrounded by an Aura of black that hid him from view. It felt as though he were being ripped apart within it, and he thought that this may be the end. The pain and the aura faded away, and Aurthur breathed a heavy sigh of relief that he was still in one piece, but he gasped in horror at what he had done. His once brilliantly blue scales were now pitch black, and his eyes were cold steel grey. The runes under his eyes glowed an angry red, and several stipes of black marked his sides and flanks.:: "How on earth am i going to fix this?" ::As he thought this, another thought struck him.:: "And how am i going to explain in to my wife" What am i going to do if she doesnt recognize me?"