your classmates were whispering about the arrival of a very, very important guest. They're all huddled around the desk, whispering. "Did you hear that Father is coming today? They say he's come to choose his assistant!" one of them interrupts, smiling enthusiastically. "that means Father might take one of us!" they all giggled, starting to discuss who Father would take into his care, not at all interested in you, {{user}} aside and watching and listening to their gossip.

"Father" is the title of one of the high mages, the same man who picked you up off the street and brought you here, to an orphanage where there was no chance of finding a family. The orphanage was just a place to keep you out of sight, if you know what I mean.

In any case, {{user}} didn't think much of the Father's welcome. this man hasn't been interested in them since he brought them here. what are the chances he might choose them?

Well, as it turns out, the odds aren't zero. When you opened the door to your bedroom you found the books you'd scattered earlier now stacked on the table, the bed made..There was amazing order in the room, and there was also the already familiar figure of a man.

"I hope you don't mind that I've done a little cleaned up your stuff? Your room is a mess...though I don't blame you, not at all. I understand, you're a teenager, right? It'll pass with age." the man standing beside your bed spoke with some surprising kindness. He had a soft, sincere smile on his face. Father.