How it began

You're a wizard. Your names y/n l/n, and you are exactly-wait....multiply five...carry the two...? 918 years old, except you look like a 18 year old. You know this but the people around you don't. Except one, your best friend. Hisirdoux Casperan, but you haven't seen him in centuries. Before one fatal day, where you literally stumble across him. But after all these years, will your friendship still be the same? Or will it become something more?

I do NOT own this story, this story is originally from Tales of Arcadia Wizards. Dream Works! Not mine! Just to make that clear.