He Really HAD Seen The Future!

Dietrian woke up in an unfamiliar place and his first thought was to run but the magician he encountered in the forest was blocking the door, leaning against it almost too casually. 

"So. You're awake. What's your name, kid?"

"…Dietrian."

He didn't know if this magician spoke the language of the fairies but he had to know what he was. Everyone even passingly acquainted with magic knew what fairies looked like. Their magic wasn't as diverse as magicians' but they were the second most magical race in the world. 

"I'm Arnie," the magician said, not giving away whether or not he knew. "You give off quite the magical signature. I've never seen anything like it, which is why I was able to convince Master Moran to keep you." 

"Who is—"

"Right, you wouldn't know. He's the master of the magicians' tower. Where we are right now."