Bravre was a full-fledged wizard, one of the few human wizards not involved in the ritual that Eldridge had created. He found the whole idea of “summoning” a “hero” to “save” the world preposterous and simply prayed to Elis that the poor kid Eldridge ensnared in his lunacy found this Althos a step up from wherever he was taken from. Else it would be yet one more life ruined by Eldridge’s schemes. One of the main contradictions of this mad plan was this curse wasn’t just inherited. It was ongoing. He had argued against this plan when it was first proposed 15 years ago. But at the time Eldridge was infatuated with his new wonder child prodigy and ignored his warnings and arguments.

He tried to make Eldridge see that even trying to remove the curse probably would trigger the curse on the poor fool he dragged into this world. It didn’t matter if the kid was not born with the curse. It didn’t matter if his world was free from the curse. And it didn’t matter if summoning him would bring a human into this world without the curse. The curse has a VERY clear activation condition even to this day. Anyone helping mankind would share the curse with them. Removing the curse or trying to, would count as helping mankind as far as he was concerned. He couldn’t imagine the curse wouldn’t function in that condition.

The only chance for this poor child taken from his world would have is if the prophecy ACTUALLY does talk about him. Protection by fate is nothing to be laughed at. In which case he would owe Eldridge an apology. He’d much rather owe him an apology then for this to have been just one giant waste of resources.

While Eldridge was chasing his protégé’s shadow for the past 15 years, he was searching for clues to the future of mankind in the winds of fate. If there was one glyph form he had the most insight into, insight that surpassed Eldridge in his prime, it was with the glyph of FATE. Over the past 15 years he had followed its flows across the world. Roaming, and searching for the key. He knew Eldridge’s project was a fool’s errand because in the 15 years of his wandering he never once went near it. Eldridge’s project was functioning in OPPOSITION to fate at worse, or outside of fate’s plans at best. If there was one thing he had learned in all these years of insight, it was that being in opposition of fate’s plans was far worse than being outside of them. Fate had a habit of breaking things which were in defiance of it.

Following the winds of fate, his feet lead him to a small human town hidden away from the Fairy kingdoms and far from the Kindred. The town actually lived in harmony with the world pulse to such an extent he could feel fate wrapping around it and protecting it. This was the first human place of life he had found which fate didn’t seem to reject the people, where the world pulse protected and guided. He never had been to such a place before.

In this town he found a dozen children who all had immense potential with the pulse of the world. Every single one of them could reach Grand Wizard. He wanted to bring them all back to the academy, however he had been stopped. Not by the people but by fate. He could tell this was against fate’s purpose. He didn't understand why. Any one of them would be a benefit for mankind. Yet when he thought about taking them away he could feel fate's flows turn against him.

Instead he had been lead to an unremarkable hovel. It wasn’t a filthy hovel like most, but it was certainly the poorest house in the town. Living in the hovel was a young child, perhaps 10 years old or so. The child was malnourished small and silent. Grey hair and grey eyes, he knew this was what he was supposed to find. The child was alone; he didn’t know how long the child had been here surviving without a parent.

When asking the people of the town they said the child was mute. The parents abandoned her the prior year.

Yes, her. He was troubled with why the world pulse would lead him to some 11-year-old female mute in the middle of nowhere. Typically, potential with the world pulse was something you were born with, however but it was also something that deepened and improved as you aged. Children that old even if they had tremendous potential of a grand wizard often would only show that of a warlock or witch at most, their full potential would not be revealed until they were older.

Curious, feeling this was what fate wanted, he tested the girl for her potential and gasped in shock. He now knew for a fact that he had found something almost as good as a ‘savior’ or the grey dragon king reborn. He had found the first human born with the potential to be a sorcerer… his thoughts came to a stop at that. With her age perhaps grand sorcerer was possible.

His mind started working quickly, he had something far more valuable than a palace full of gold. Worth almost as much as a cure to the curse. He knew she couldn’t be the chosen one or king returned. She was definitely not dragon-kin but pure human. He knew she couldn’t be the hero of prophecy because she was just as affected by the curse as everyone else, even if she couldn’t tell him about the red sun in the sky the crescent moon tattoo said all he needed to hear. But he also knew she was going to be some of the best fortune for humanity from the strong pull of fate he felt from her.

He almost was surprised that this girl was half starved in this hidden town. The waves of fate buffeting her cried out about a tremendous future for her.

It would be a long journey back to the academy, and he couldn’t let this girl be treated like any other woman. With a wave of his hand he cut her long grey hair short into a bob cut like any other little boy. He then forced her into men’s clothing. She actually cried when forced out of the skirt. But he knew he couldn’t let anything happen to this child. This was what he was born to find and protect.