Dark was the night as Merol, the untalented, prayed to the gods for mercy. He was the worst student in his class at the Arakan Magic School. He believed he had the potential to become one of the greatest mages of all time, and his father, a wealthy dye merchant, sponsored his efforts - mostly to have his boisterous son out of the house. Merol, dubbed "the untalented" by his fellow students, beseeched the gods for help with memorization and concentration. He prayed fervently and offered much, until one voice, dark and mighty, answered his plea. To complete a task for it, Merol, desperate as he was, agreed without thinking. Suddenly, the clouds parted, and some stars in the sky shone brightly upon the cowering student. His cloak was adorned with small, glowing stars. Years later, the dark voice would haunt Merol, and he tried to avoid its presence. Despite this, he had developed into quite a skilled mage. But the voice would not leave him be. Some time later, Merol fell from a cliff. His cloak was found in his study, along with some copies of it.