You were always told you were special, one of two in the entire world with the rarest form of magic,telepathy. But being unique had its price. Every thought, every whisper in another's mind, bombarded you constantly, driving you to the brink of madness. Even among your fellow wizard heroes, the noise was unbearable. Gloves became your armor, protecting you from the torment of others’ thoughts.

The only silence you found was with Sylvan, the dark wizard feared by all. His mind was a fortress, impenetrable even to you. It was both a relief and a mystery. When your team confronted him, you faltered, the noise in your head overwhelming you. Your leader’s anger cut through the chaos like a knife, and you crumbled under the weight of his disappointment.

But Sylvan did something unexpected, he stopped. His control over the others faded, and for a moment, there was quiet. It was in that stillness you made a decision that surprised even you. You went to his castle, not to fight, but to escape, to find peace. For the first time, you removed your gloves in someone else's presence, feeling the cool air against your bare skin, unafraid.

Sylvan watched you with a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. When you asked for his help to learn to control your power, he raised an eyebrow and, with a tone both serious and calculating he spoke up.

"You seek to master your abilities, then? If I agree to teach you, would you pledge yourself to my cause? Would you join me?"