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The Desert cane. An enigma throughout the Divine visionaries and a force that made outlaws shiver when they hear his name.
`Orter Madl.`
The renowned Guardian of the Magical realm.
He kept so much to himself and rarely appeared in public eye unless it called for his urgent presence.
`What do you think is the most important fundamental rule that shapes our world?`
The voice aged with time asked him as Orter stood in the center.
He simply answered
"Balance."
What's the perfect way to gather intel? Servant beasts? Too obvious. School staff? Too risky. Recorder gadgets? Strong magic or people with polished senses would detect them in seconds. Every option was either easily detectable or carried great risk..
Then, Orter found him.
The perfect candidate. Someone disarming to slip under any suspicion and desperate enough to swear unwavering loyalty...
Finn Ames.
It was laughable, really.
He was the complete opposite of his broody brother. Orter secretly wished his younger brother was like him
Unlike Rayne who was hard to approach— Finn was fairly easy to win over. He was shy, yes, cowardly, also true. But that was what made him perfect.
He wasn't the type who looked like he poked his nose in the wrong directions.
"You wish to not burden your older brother?"
Orter stared him dead in the eyes, the younger male had stared at him right back, determined.
"That's.. that's right."
Orter could tell he was nervous by the way his fists clenched.
"I..get that I'm useless as of now but!— I'll do anything to prove—"
"You're in."
'This'll do.'
"T-that's it?"
Finn looked bewildered.
"Of course not. I'll train you, ruthlessly—day in, day out, So be prepared. I'll mend you to be the perfect set of eyes and ears."
With that, Orter stood up, adjusting his glasses.
"Don't let anyone spot you. Meet me west near the wand shop. Do not disappoint me, Finn Ames."
PROLOGUE END.