Prologue, The Beginning
I desire nothing.
A man—probably in his 40s — stood in a huge white room. The room had nothing in it no furniture or anything. It seemed like he was standing in space the only difference was that this space was white. There seemed to be no end to the white space, as far as eyes could see. There was no smell in there and no noise as well. It was a place called, The White Space. The man wore a long robe with "Headmaster" imprinted upside down on the back side of the robe. The robe touched the ground and there were no buttons in the robe. He was wearing a trouser and tunic under the robe. The robe was made out of dragon scales, and it was shiningly black. The word 'Headmaster' was written with red dragon's scales.
The man had long silver hair just like the moon in the middle of the night, and he had a handful of beard, and it contained the same color as his hair. He had ponytailed his long hair roughly with a few of his hairs wandering around. The Headmaster looked like a black spot on a clean white dress as he stood in that White Space wearing black. He was standing there all by himself, hands tied behind his back. Probably thinking about something important, because he seemed lost in his thoughts.
Suddenly, a man wearing a darkish green — just like the color of green dark grass— robe and a mask on his face of the similar color came rushing into the room. The man came there out of nowhere, he simply appeared a few meters behind the Headmaster. "Headmaster, we have located him at last," he said with a trembling voice as he sat on his knees and bowed to him. The Headmaster closed his eyes and sighed in relief. He looked relieved after hearing that. It seemed like he was waiting for this news. "Where is he?" demanded the Headmaster. Before he could get an answer, another man with black hair entered through the door.
He was in his mid-twenties, wearing a blood red colored robe that looked just like Headmaster's. Just that the backside of his robe said, "Master" instead of 'Headmaster' and his robe was sleeveless, and the man wasn't wearing anything but a robe, trousers, and a simple white shirt (also sleeveless) under the robe. Scars on his both arms and body bore witness to him being a warrior. But a wide smile on his face said otherwise. "His name is Ariel. He is living in a village in Punjab with his parents."
The Headmaster turned around and eyed that guy. The guy in the red robe was resting his hands in his robe pockets, smiling and standing roughly. "Ihaan, take Masir and go to The Human Realm. Get the boy and his family here, if that boy stays there any longer, all our efforts will be in vain." Ihaan smiled, scuffed, and after taking a few steps forward. "So, what if he refuses? Should we use force?" Headmaster looked away, his eyes as cold as ice. "Give him time if he asks for it. However, we need him at any cost, before he turns 20. If he refuses, use force. I don't care what you do, but I want him here and far from that world." Ihaan sighed and looked Headmaster in the eye. "Old man, is it even possible that a Prodigy user has been born in the human realm?" Ihaan inquired with curiosity. The Headmaster took a long breath and looked back towards Ihaan, eyed him, and then walked forward slowly.
"You remember what happened when the first-time Prodigy users appeared in the human realm? It was chaos. Not hundreds, but millions of people died in a single day. I don't care about how it's possible or even if it is possible. All we know is that we have been waiting for him to be born for 80 years plus it took us 19 years and 11 months to find him. All we know is that a kid will be born as an Aurian in the human world. Just a thing the last Headmaster handed over to me. Even if there is a slightest bit of doubt, I cannot rest. This is a cycle. One hundred years ago same thing happened and has been happening for 400 years now."
"An Aurian is born in the human realm after exactly 80 years. Then that boy and his family are brutally slaughtered. It's a loop, but this time we break that loop. The slaughter occurs on his 20th birthday night."
Ihaan had many questions about the Headmaster's explanation because he was unaware of it, but he turned around without asking anything. "We will bring him back. Rest assured. We'll start this story from here once I get back." His smile widens.