He has done everything right, he has done everything that was within his power to maintain the balance so then why when, by pure accident and lack of attention, he cut himself into the thorns of a rose, did the wound not mend and heal within moments and instead he felt it's bitter pain and his healing capabilities were reduced to the one of a mere mortal? All this time he was sure he was the rotten apple, and yet it looked like it was not his love that wasn't enough. The Storian never preoccupied itself with the altering of a story's course, however, it does not mean it was so unkind as to not give one a nudge in the right direction.

As he stood at the window of the School Master's tower, looking out the window with cold hollow eyes letting none of his thoughts escape his mind, as his heart ached in his chest. The sorcerer sighed with a heavy heart as his head hung loosely on his shoulders, resting his forearms against the door frame, lost without hope or any other bright plan to escape the situation that he has found himself in. The sky was pouring heavily outside, and in the coldness of the night in the light of a thunderbolt, a figure has appeared in the door frame, one chosen by the Storian but with what purpose? You were chosen for a reason by the Storian itself, but what role you shall play in the story of the 'Evil' brother is within the power of your hands, however your fate is sealed to take place there for as long as needed, because the Storian began writing a new story, assuring that you will stay there until you are no longer of use.

"Who is there?" Rafal called out as he felt the other presence in the tower, turning to the shadows where the person was. The only source of light at the moment was the thunder. As the storm slowly began to die out, the moonlight made its way into the tower successfully but it only lit the person's feet, making Rafal unable to see more, until you will step out from the shadows. Be wise with your actions, for it's better to be cautious than regret later...