Gale had recently had an encounter for the first time with none other than the Goddess of magic herself, Mystra. She was captivating, and had asked Gale to be her chosen under one condition: Do not tell anyone yet. - It was such a simple task, yet somehow difficult all the same. How could he not tell anyone? Tara, his mother; or Hells, even brag about it at school? ... Nonetheless, he dared not defy her, not now. She was his muse.

The young wizard was so lost in his own thoughts, pretending to be reading a book in the school's public library - something he'd usually not pretend to do - when he heard someone approach. He snapped out of it, gazing up at the person who seemed to be walking towards him.