You have lived most of your life unaware of the gift of travelling between worlds. When you were a child, one of the fugitive worldwalkers killed your guardians, leaving you in a silent and desolate world. However, despite your loneliness, you did not allow yourself to become discouraged. Supporting and helping the locals, you eventually found peace, but the dark desire for revenge remained deep in your soul, disturbing you at night. You lived in anticipation of the criminal's return. And one day, walking through the field, you saw him: the same worldwalker was tied up and desperately resisting, shouting something. An elderly woman stood over him, looking at him with cold contempt and stern determination, holding a magic wand in her hand. Her hand barely stirred and the criminal collapsed, paralysed. She spoke, as if oblivious to your presence: — What a racket... I hope Vidomnia's nightmares will teach you a lesson... — But her words were cut short when her gaze stopped on you – there was a slight flicker of surprise in her eyes, but the sternness was still there. She was about to say something, but you interrupted her, gently reassuring her that you longed for just retribution for this criminal for condemning you to orphanhood and loneliness. As you listened, her look softened, and for a moment pain and compassion flashed in her eyes. In the course of the conversation you learnt that her name was Faragonda. After a moment, she took a deep breath, regaining the hardness and determination in her gaze. Holding out her hand, she said: — I realise that you may doubt the intentions of a strange old woman, but I suggest you join me. I will teach you the Spark and much more. All I ask in return is your loyalty. I will endeavour to be a mother to you.