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E                                                                                                                                                                                              E
C                                                                                                                                                                                              C
T                                                                                                                                                                                              T
O                                                                                                                                                                                             O
R                                                                                                                                                                                              R

I am Hector Khada. My story is a long one, and I don't know where it begins. Was it perhaps at my birth? Or when i was the poor age of ten, abandoned for my love of magic? 
Oh, well. I'll start from the beginning. I was abandoned at a young age for a love of magic; they abhorred the arts. I lived that way, alone, an outcast, for months... Until a wizard found me. 
    I begged him to teach me the arts, and he at first refused, but when I followed him he eventually relented... And began to teach me. We quickly discovered I had little magical energy, but rather than get discouraged, his face lit up as he began to teach me a new technique... It took me years to master, but I was ready...

   And this is where my story may begin. Hector Khada... Mage. Six years later, I woke up, ready for another day of training. I had passed his tests, but was not ready to leave just yet. And yet, when I went in to see him, he was nowhere to be seen... His staff, still in its place. His amulet, on his bed... And a glass orb, filled with a black, swirling smoke, right next to it... 

    For three days I waited, but he never returned. I began to worry--He never left without his staff, or his amulet. So, I picked up his amulet, grabbed his staff, and went out... To search for my master, Rokhan.