Farlon looked far into the sea. He could see seagulls flying high in the sky. He sighed. ‘Wish I could fly with them. I can roam around the world, see the sights, and be free of all responsibilities…’ he sighed again.

 Farlon sat there, on a rock by the beach, staring out to the sea, though his mind is really wandering away in some fantasy world, when suddenly, ‘FARLON! Where are you when we need you? FARLON! Hey, why do you have to keep wandering away like this? Valdurin wants to see you! FARLON!’ It was Gilmar’s voice. Gilmar is a Wizard’s Apprentice, just like him. Unlike him, though, Gilmar’s learning the art of Necromancy, while he decided to focus on being an Enchanter.

 Farlon has been living and travelling with the wizards as long as he can remember. He was brought up by the Sorceress Lynia, along with Gilmar and the other children of the Group. Farlon didn’t remember his parents. Lynia told him that a Chimera has eaten his family while they were travelling. She told him that he was left alive because the Chimera was already full when it saw him. He longed to exact revenge upon this Chimera.

 ‘HEY FARLON! How many times do I have to shout in your ear for you to take notice? You want me to call some spirits to haunt you? I can do that now, old Campura tought me yesterday’ Gilmar said proudly. ‘Anyway, Valdurin’s looking for you at the camp. He looks really serious, if my eyes saw right. You better go now’

 ‘Okay’ Farlon answered shortly. He ignored Gilmar’s attempts to raise a dead bird by the beach as he made his way back to the camp.

 Valdurin is the leader of the Group. He is a tall, old man with bright blue eyes and unwrinkled skin. His hair is gray and long, reaching to his ankles.
Farlon loved him as a father, like most of the Group members do. He has some sort of power radiating from him that made Farlon respected him even more.

 The Group, as the members call it, is a group of travelling mages. Though all of its members are really powerful wizards and witches, they mostly just perform in small towns to large cities, from the streets to royal courts. The Group was once a great mage clan led by Valdaruin, Valdurin’s great-grandfather.  At that time, it was called the Rainbow Blades of Asdar. After the Chaos Age, during which they helped the kingdom of Asdar fight against the Black Rose Queen Wargyll, they have never really practiced their magical powers in their full extent. They merely became a nomadic people.

 ‘Ah…there you are. I was expecting you earlier…no matter, now that you have arrived. Step inside my tent. We need to tell you something’ said Valdurin as Farlon approached him. Farlon wondered what he meant by ‘we’. What could be so important to tell that Valdurin had invited someone else?

 As Farlon stepped into the tent, he saw that all the fully trained wizards in the group are also in it. In one corner sat Harados, the Enchanter and his teacher. In another stood Lynia, the Healer who is responsible for all the apprentices and children. She was the youngest mage in the tent, aside from Farlon. Sitting on a chair by the table was old Campura, the Necromancer.

 As he entered, Farlon felt that every eye in the tent was turned to him. Harados, Lynia, Campura, the other teachers and Valdurin all stared at him. Only after he sat down did the others turn to face Valdurin.

 ‘Farlon, we call you here today to tell you something. Something about your past.’ He said grimly. ‘This is going to be defficult, I think. At least it is for me.’ He continued while looking at the other adults. ‘Farlon, I hope this isn’t going to make life difficult for you. But I still have to tell you’. The others stared at him.

 ‘What is it, then?’ Farlon answered, puzzled by the behavior of the mages. ‘What is it that made you all grim like this?’

 ‘Farlon, we lied to you about your past. A Chimera did not eat your family. They weren’t even in this Group’ said Harados suddenly.

 ‘Ha ha, very funny. So this is why you all look grim today? To play a joke on me?’ said Farlon

 ‘No, we are not joking’ said Valdurin ‘Let me tell you the truth. Farlon is not your real name. You are not of this Group. Twenty years ago, when we were visiting the town Groslo, your house was attacked and destroyed. None knew who the attacker was, or how they attacked you. But in the ruins of your house, there were shards of ManDroid armor. A large metal fighting machine was also found at your backyard. It seemed to me that battle was fought there. And the attacker was possibly a MechaWizard, more commonly known as Technomage.’

 ‘Your kidding! I mean, come on, you said they were commoners, why would a Technomage want to attack my family? I know your kidding, Valdurin. Not that’s it’s most unlike you to set up a big joke like this’ said Farlon disbelievingly.

 But Valdurin did not smile. ‘I am not lying, Farlon. We don’t know the reason of the attack, but your family members certainly are not commoners. They were the great MechaMira family’

 ‘What? The MechaMiras? The legendary MechaMiras? Those Multiracial Technomages? Come on… if were a MechaMira why couldn’t I fuse Magic and Machine? Why couldn’t I master the Enchantment Magic in five seconds with my Hybridal Brain?’

 ‘Because I have purposely trying to teach you nonsense’ said Harados quietly. ‘You thought I thought you Enchantment? Almost none of the things I thought you are even true magic.’

 ‘On my orders. Farlon, don’t you remember the time when you accidentally enchanted that fishing rod so that it could smack me around with it’s hook? Isn’t that proof of your heritage? Farlon, you are a MechaMira. The last one, I suspect. We took you quietly before dawn so that no townsperson will even notice your existence. You were just born that day so not many people knew you’re missing’ said Valdurin.

 ‘But-but-‘ said Farlon. He still can’t accept this. How could he, Farlon, be a MechaMira? ‘What’s my real name, then?’

 ‘As to that, none knows. No record was made about your name. Maybe your father hasn’t even named you yet. But clearly, we don’t know your name’ said Valdurin.