They came in the night, slipping into the village as swiftly and silently as the shadows themselves, and beat on the door with the steady rhythm of the church bell. They said that they were men of power and that they were building an army of sorcerers to battle the demons of the prophecy. They said that in their dreams they had seen that a member of this household had been born with the power to work magic, and that he was to go with them to begin his training. The man of the house nodded and said he would go to serve his country, but the men of power shook their heads.'Not you. We want the boy.' This is the boy's final farewell before going of to train in the art of sorcery, fighting tears during the last few moments he will ever spend with his family. Yes, I know I can't draw hair. Edit: This pic was edited horribly. Will possibly be replaced in the future.