My first novel, which deserves its place in a dark box stashed in a dark drawer below a pile of other papers, is titled "Change in the Wizards." The plot revolves around two wizards. The first is older and more courtier diplomat than wizard, he rarely cast spells and enjoys his urban elite lifestyle. The second is a younger and super talented wizard that sees magic as a fancy toy and would rather be following his boyhood dream of becoming an adventuring knight like the rest of his family.
They both are sent as a part of a team to go see if they can confirm that an ancient place is actually there, and see if they can find anything worthwhile there if it does exist. As they do just that, their attitudes reverse. The older begins to enjoy the unique challenge of the wild and how it forces him to think differently use his ability in new ways. The younger finally sees the awesome power of magic at work and, after being grieviously wounded in battle, finds that adventuring is really a dirty business. By the end of the novel, when they're learning of a new expedition, it's the older wizard that's anxious to go travel and the younger, now with a permanent limp, that would rather stay in the city and develop his magic further.
I still like the plot, but at that time my writing just hadn't developed to the point I could tell it well. Odds are I'll revise the whole thing at some point, but I'm all about my wip these days.