[center][h1][color=royalblue]Romaní Bogart[/color][/h1][/center]

Time has transpired since the time of his... delivery. The youth of silver locks and crimson iris's stared down at the letter which had been handed down to him by a mysterious force. And entity that in itself demonstrated a sense of power which Romaní was foreign too. In a flash, without warning in the slightest, an entity of light bore its presence before him, a luminous aura veiled it's space, just so such would remove its existence from the reality which it willing traversed into. A myriad of questions arose, nothing seemed coherent and it riddled of mystery. His tongue flicked at the seems of his of disbelief, reading the letter once more before returning to that canvas which roamed his thoughts. Indeed, if there was something that this youth understood, it was the situation the world had been under with the decaying mana source, mages of all types and kind were becoming relics of a different time, but that in itself was unknown as to what was causing it. He believed in many aspects, such as the world going through an extreme shift, the ecosystem would die out and be reborn into a new soil, bringing a new age to the history of man. A thought that terrified that youth immensely... The second was the reason as to why [i]he[/i] was chosen. He was a student from a dying art, a race of mages and monks who lived differently than others. Witnessing the tattoo which ingrained it's presence on the back of his hand, pulsating gently into stroke between light and dark, demonstrating a curse and a blessing. The wound of his magical circuit being repaired by a strained he foolishly caused himself.

It just continues to bring up the question: [color=royalblue]"Why me of all people?"[/color] Spoke the boy in tune with his melancholic curiosity. His hands cruised through his hair, stroking each lock to the back of his head in a slick back. Whoever sent this had a plan, but more importantly, he knew something the world didn't. And he chose Romaní as a candidate? [color=royalblue]"All I need to do is rip the paper, huh?"[/color] He was audible about this thought. As if to ward off any doubts. [color=royalblue]"What would my father say about this? He'd probably be suspicious too."[/color] he pressed the letter up to his lips, again he couldn't stop his train of thought. The night would soon clock at mid-night. Tomorrow he needed to present himself in the dojo early morning. He needed to swab the floors and tend to the fields. He didn't have time to waste on this... [color=royalblue]"I shouldn't trust strangers anyway."[/color] He said, throwing the card to the trashcan next to his table. A crack of his neck and fingers before he departed towards his bed. However... 

Before he knew it, he turned towards the letter, witnessing it's glow once more. Biting his lip before running once more towards it, picking it up and ripping it to shreds. In a stupor of instinct, before he knew it a light engulfed his entirety, swallowed his essence and triggered his mind to a state of white. He cursed his impulsiveness, before he knew it the scenery before him had changed, the blur he had witnessed once before had now begun to ease into a visual frame. Before him were not one, but many others who seemed unsurprising, damaged excited, but even more so, before them stood two people who from their essence exuded an aura of power and strength. A spectacle was let loose before the youth's eyes, Romaní couldn't understand what stemmed from this power, this was... mana? This was magic! The blade held by the blonde man accessed a potential Romaní didn't think possible from mages nowadays. This was something... it was merely what seemed to be an initiation. He gulped, as if to swallow down the anxiety he sensed welling up on his throat. 

After such, a softer much more tranquil voice took the space of attention. The man took his leave, and she began to speak. Her tone demonstrated a sense of relief, almost as if she was hoping for this to happen. The silver haired youth couldn't understand what was happening, he took a step back, as to hide between the many here, silently observing what was occurring before him.