In the outskirts of Havag

Xylon Sinclair arrived at the address he had been given after the completion of the exam, but his mind was clouded with confusion. 

He had just parted ways with Eva, without uttering a single word, as he felt like he was wasting his time being next to her on his last day in Havag. 

Even being with his  sister after years of separation would not have done him any good. 

Xylon knew he was going to face a significant change in his way of life as he prepared to leave to the outskirts of Havag, but he couldn't accept the fact that he was going to live for just  fifteen years. It was not acceptable to him.

The outskirts of Havag were a stark contrast to the bustling city center. Here, the streets were quieter, the buildings were older and more dilapidated, and the air was thick with dust.

The abandoned house that Xylon had noticed earlier was one such building. It was a small, two-story structure that had clearly been neglected for many years. 

The windows were boarded up, and the paint on the walls was chipped and faded. Weeds grew up through the cracks in the pavement outside, and the front door hung crooked on its hinges.

As Xylon approached the house, he could see that his teachers had gathered outside, along with the headmaster of the school. They looked serious and concerned, and Xylon couldn't help feeling a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.

When he arrived at the address given to him, he was surprised to see all of his teachers standing there, next to their headmaster. His mind was already racing with thoughts.

"Why are you all here?" Xylon asked, feeling a sense of confusion and curiosity wash over him. 

The sight of his teachers and the headmaster gathered together in one place was unexpected and unusual.

The headmaster stepped forward, looking grave as he approached Xylon. "We are here to make sure that you reach the place of your work " he said, his voice low and serious.

Xylon kept his expression neutral, waiting for the headmaster to continue.

"We were about to announce a search for you, Xylon Sinclair," the headmaster continued, his gaze fixed on Xylon's face.

Xylon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A search for me?" 

The headmaster nodded. "Yes. We thought that you refused to take the job, the rules are strict , no one refuses his assigned job"

Xylon looked away very pissed.

Teacher John approached him trying to change the subject saying :"You see, the farm where your job is located is not here in the outskirts of Havag. It is actually situated in a place called Kazarich, which is very far away from here."

Xylon's eyes widened in surprise. Kazarich? He had heard of the place, but he had never been there. 

The headmaster replied, his voice carrying a serious tone. "Kazarich is a vast and unforgiving landscape, where the sun beats down relentlessly and water is scarce. The journey to get there will be treacherous, but it is a necessary sacrifice for the survival of our people."

The rules were clear, and he had to fulfill his duty as a Soul Keeper.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Xylon asked.

The headmaster shook his head. "Just remember, Xylon, your role as a Soul Keeper is of utmost importance. You have been chosen for a reason. You must protect the souls of our people at all costs."

As Xylon processed the news of his impending relocation to an isolated farm in the middle of a harsh desert, he couldn't help but notice the sympathetic glances that the other teachers were giving him.

  They knew that this was not the life he had envisioned for himself, and that he would face many challenges and hardships in this new environment.

Their expressions spoke volumes, conveying their empathy for him and their understanding of the difficulties he would encounter.

Xylon's anger was palpable as John spoke. "You are not going to travel there all by yourself," John said firmly.

  Xylon narrowed his eyes.

"And as an answer to your first question, we are here to teleport you to your new home," John continued, undeterred by Xylon's demeanor.

Xylon's frustration continued to boil over as he glared at John. 

"How great of you," he retorted sarcastically, his tone dripping with disdain. John simply sighed and handed him a few books.

  "That is all that you need," he said, his voice softer now.

Xylon snatched the books from John's outstretched hand, his jaw clenched tight. He didn't need their pity, nor did he want their help. 

Xylon watched as the teachers encircled him, some with looks of pity, some with indifference, and others with what seemed like a hint of satisfaction. He remained still, not sure what to expect from them.

The headmaster looked at Xylon, his expression somber as he said, "Xylon, I know this must be difficult for you, but I urge you to embrace your new role as a Soul Keeper. It is a noble and necessary task for the survival of our species. Do not let your past and your anger cloud your judgment."

Xylon looked at the headmaster with a mix of frustration and resignation. "I didn't ask for this," he muttered.

The headmaster put a hand on Xylon's shoulder. "I know, my boy, but sometimes fate gives us a path we must follow, even if it is not the one we would choose for ourselves. And who knows? You may find that this new role brings you fulfillment and purpose."

As the teachers were all lined up in  the circle around him, Xylon felt a tingling sensation in his body. 

Their voices grew louder and their chanting intensified, their words filled with magic and power.

  Xylon watched in awe as the air around him began to shimmer and warp, the world around him changing before his very eyes.

Suddenly, he felt his body being lifted off the ground, and he gasped as he was enveloped in a bright light. 

  he felt as though he was being pulled through a vortex, hurtling through time and space.

"This is …it " he said .