Legend Lore: The Magnetar

Once an archon of good and law
A servant to gods of holy light
Infused with magics arcane and raw
Told by the archangels it was not right
Shunned for reading, learning magic
For wanting to seek the wizardly arts
Soon the target of something so tragic
By brothers and sisters with broken hearts
Exiled from the heavens, stripped of wings
Bereft of eternal life and glory
At the academy the font of knowledge springs
The Astral Conservatoire where mages start their story