Amari Zanders. A kid who escaped slavery and, in a world, where humans have turned their imagination into uncos (power or magic). He doesn't have any. Not only does he have no unco, but he is lost in world full of wonders. Will he ever be raised from his burden of being alone? Or will it end of him being alone?
The three Wachter members are still in their ongoing investigation in finding out whether the boys are still alive or not. They search for anything that could be used as a clue of where they are or what happened to them.
''We're heading towards the Scyl clan's territory, so let's be careful guys.''
''I think we should head back, there's no sign of them here.''
One of them who's looking for the clues from above at the trees. He drops from above to join the rest of his team.
''Why did we stop?''
''Fredric suggests we turn back. I think he's right, there's no point of looking for them anymore.''
Simon the leader of the group, starts drinking water and sits down to rest against the tree.
''We've been looking for these people for hours, and it's starting to become dawn.''
''But shouldn't we look more into it, there has to be something-''