The young boy, robed in black, stood, trembling, outside the academy, facing the opposite direction. Hoofbeats could be heard receeding into the distance. With one hand, he tightly gripped his staff. His other hand danced in random patterns as a woman stepped from behind a bush. The boy had seen the woman many times before. "Mommy!" He cried out. "Take me home mommy! I don\'t want to be here!" But he knew it was in vain. The woman smiled at him as she approached. Her arms spread wide, she moved to embrace him. But she moved right through him. A tear rolled down his cheek as his hand went still at his side. The illusion dissapeared behind him. For years, he had comforted himself with this magick he\'d taught himself to do. For years, he\'d found peace. But now, not even this imaginary figure of his mother he\'d never met, the mother who had abandoned him, not even this gave him any comfort as he found himself abandoned once again, by his closest friend.
He had thought she, yes, at least she loved him. But no, not even Nina. Nina, who had protected him from the older boys, who had made sure he got fed, who had taught him more magick, secretly in the night. Now she too had abandoned him, left him on the doorstep of this place without so much as introducing him to someone. The tear on his cheek was joined by another, and a third. But they stoped there, stopped at three. He was ten now, too old to cry. He had to be a big boy, had to make it through. Turning to face the academy, he raised his hand to knock, but couldn\'t bring himself to. He collapsed on the steps, crying and suddenly not caring. He was all alone, lost in a world that didn\'t love him. Why? Why had fate, destiny, God, whatever they called it, why had it abandoned him, left him like this?