Victor was out with his mother and father at a demonstration, but there was a tension in the air, he could feel it like a blade pressed softly to the skin of his neck, like something abhorrent was about to happen. The silence coming from his mother and father made this feeling all to clear.

 There were about 10 people there in the demonstration hall and all of them were prestigious mages of great knowledge. Many boys Victor's age might not have even noticed the people around them but Victor was a cunning and intellectual young man, always keeping himself up to date on the mages and their society. He did this simply because if someone discovered something new, he wanted to know about it then and there.

 The torches were lit turning the room purple and the odd smell of a decay twisted throughout the room Victor simply took it all in as he did often, his mother always said he observed things much to long but alas this was his nature.

As the odd old mage Vermont spoke victor felt his stomach turn, displeasure filled the boys body along with a feeling of intrigue that he couldn't explain. The word "Another" stuck in his mind as the old man spoke, but Victor said nothing. However when the old man said his last line, Victor leaned forward in his seat completely enthralled as to what this old man was about to do.