You slowly blink open your eyes to see wood walls around you. A woman, with brown hair and blue eyes, looks at you with relief in her eyes. "Echo, you're awake. I was starting to think you would never wake up. What symbol do you have?" She asked, curiosity in her eyes. "The mark on your wrist, showing your magic type? Everyone has one, it's something you get when you turn a certain age." She explains, knowing your confusion.