text: [Themes: sci-fi]
  
  The drunken charitably old human gazes you during your explanation, she doesn't seem convinced; her face is a cruel mask of greed, almost as if she were a cattle farmer trying to appraise an old blind donkey value to sell it to the highest bidder.
  
  Maybe I should appeal to his paranoia ... "She has menaced me with burning me, and it is not the first time. I'm not the only one suffering from her attacks. She has been speaking with Bred." Your voice sounds rough like a hangover drum.
  
  "Bred? That old merchant... Yes, I noticed him but, I thought he was waiting for another type of business with Sab."
  
  "For the gods, just from those facts, she has to be punished." A divine halo surrounds you and your just cause.
  
  You observe The change in the headmistress's face as if a sleeping agent has just awakened. "So, the rumours are true, you are a mage. Probably your father is one. You have to follow me to my room and act as nothing has ever happened, "I would call someone. Be calm, you are a mage." The voice comes from Emma, but it is not Emma's, It is difficult to explain is like someone was dressing her.
  
  "Come to my room."
  
  > follow her
  You and Emma, step by step, are nearer to the centre of her power. Each one of his gestures makes your body and spider coat stand on end. The fat old woman dressed like an old woman covered in clothes and coats runs like a fifteen-year-old without making the slightest noise.
  You sharpen your spider senses and notice a slight trace of the smell of sweat and poison... It has to be a butter extractor, a Sacamantecas' monster.
  Sacamantecas? Ask the girl in your mind.
  It is a rare creature that lives by sucking the fat and vitality of children little by little with them, it creates incredible potions and expensive magic ointments. It is a Spanish word it means Takes butter from people.
  It makes sense many children come and go. Theoretically adopted, but I have never seen anyone come to adopt or take an interest in an orphan.
  
  "Well, sit in the chair while I make a wonderful tea for the two of us before I call someone to come get you, sweetie." Emma chants in a weird voice, almost as if it were a purr.
  You start feeling that there is something weird in the room. You see the old blind cat and what seems to be several number teapots of all shapes and styles. All is normal, but the feeling is still there, with the room always being too hot, and a strange smell that makes you feel strange and make you sleep standing up. Almost as if you were inside a boiling kettle.
  
  "Do you want a cup of tea?" The orphanage director approaches cautiously, like a praying mantis on its prey, her gaze lost beyond the red eyes of the girl you occupy.
  You can smell it the mysterious brew from afar, it smells like boiling bleach, seasoned with chile peppers. There is no way you can drink this.
  
  > say "No thanks, tea causes me to be sleepless, Miss Emma."
  "Oh, please, drink a little tea with me. I guarantee to you that the taste of it will absolutely paralyze your taste buds, it's gorgeous!"
  
  "Okay, but I'd rather wait a bit for it to cool, Miss Emma. "Your voice becomes as mellow as you can as you try to find a way out that does not involve drinking a poisonous drink. You notice something that you should have noticed before, the mirror behind Emma does not show any shadow or light change and the kettles show sinister shapes as if melted in a hellfire.
  You remember suddenly, The ball! The poisonous ball Sab is searching for! If Emma has reason back then, it should be a strong device,
  For a moment you take a breath, feeling how the girl's heart beats like a freight train. Emma is clearly waiting by her fire for the right moment to pounce on you.
  By a miracle of fate, among the huge amount of objects that crowd the room, you the see it, in a crystal jar over the portable alchemy devices she has in her room.
  As soon as you get up from the chair, Emma tries launching at you. Thankfully, her weight makes her as fast as a drunken sloth. You grab the jar and open it by grasping the strange shiny green ball, feeling it pulse in one of your hands. So fragile.
  Emma the director mutates into a fat grey figure, with long arms full of spikes that rip and tear the many layers of her clothes exposing a grey creature with bruises and yellow purulent pimples, running towards you.
  
  Boom!
  
  The ball breaks on her skin with a wet sound accompanied by her screams as her purulent body begins to turn into a kind of green jelly...
  
  "We have to get out of here, Guybrush... The gas is toxic..."
  
  Between coughs and vomits, you do everything possible to keep moving your legs, escaping from the room. Your vision is clouded, as you focus on escaping. As soon as you leave the threshold of that death trap behind the kid corpse collapses in the floor.
  
  > Where are you ?
  In front of you, an elderly figure in a robe. You couldn't say gender or race in your failing feeble conscience. You only see a radiant halo and makes you feel safe for the very first time.
  
  "I'm happy, with your mental description of me. But, I'm only an old adept, my child. Many people have been placing their eyes upon you. All this time, I was waiting for you to show your powers. Well, you have proven yourself. I certainly have surpassed our forecasts, "it's time for you to abandon Whitechapel and start learning magic with people of your level, so I would give you present before getting into the academy."
  
  "have you been trying to kill me? Where I am?"
  
  The fact that you are not in the orphanage or Whitechapel is obvious. You lie on a four-poster bed of embossed wood and purple silk blankets, scents of air filling the room with the scent of apple pie and cinnamon.
  
  "No, we do not intend to kill you. There are several magic sects, too many if you ask me. As for where we are. I don't know exactly what is coordinated but we are many miles above the sea in a zeppelin. I am driving you to a safe place, where you could learn magic until entering in Crimson sky, after your 15 birthday. You will have a great future. After all, you had destroyed a ghoul. A reawakened corpse controlled by an ancient art mage. And believe me, that's an incredible achievement. I will give you a blessing. He took your hand, you feel somehow refreshed, lighter than before.
  
  "First, we are flying from Elswind to Flauvert, in a private zeppelin guarded by licensed mages, it's all secure someone can be in this world, child."
  
  You couldn't stop shouting alarmed. Flauvert [i] the castle's realm [/ i] has been in war with your homeland for centuries.
  
  Stop thinking like a commoner! You are a mage. Mages have never been in war with each other. he stars laughing hard "Well, sorry we have never been in [i] open warfare [/ i]. And countries don't exist for us, in the same way, it exists for commoners. But sadly, our warmonger nature remain and orders and factions are fighting each other. But not for fake nations ...
  
  "Fake??" You say confused.
  
  "Sorry Child, I have said too much for a little mage like you. You would understand soon. Now, about your present. "
  What is this present?
  A potion a very rare one, that allows your appearance change. You looked at your 4 arms and your black flurry facial head, your fangs. You could maintain your nocturnal vision and strength you just will appear a more pleasant humanoid, allowing you to enjoy your new status without restrictions.
  
  Where is the catch? Something in the way he speaks makes your blood run cold.
  
  The mysterious figure smiles. "Ah, you are really clever! Yes, there is always a catch. You would never return to your actual mutant form. I doubt that could be a problem due your racial features make a troll look like Miss beauty princess. That's the reason mutants hardly romance anyone, That and the tendency to cannibalize their lovers. "
  
  > drink the potion
  You drink it, but you can't notice anything special. Passing the tips of its four mutated hands over your face makes you feel with all its cruelty the roughness of the stinging hairs that deform your messiah's face. "I don't notice anything."
  "The potion takes 10 hours for the effects to be noticeable. Tomorrow morning, a new reality will open before your eyes. You can finally reach your full potential. Now rest, after this day you deserve it."
  
  With a ghostly step he leaves you and the girl alone "You have done your part, Guybrush. I solemnly agree to be your chosen one."
  
  > Through the black portal
  The tarot card that the rat woman gave you, what it seems like an eternity ago, shines in your hands. "Incredible, but true. You have been able to get your own messiah. Now, you should rest or have fun for a while. Because this story has only begun. You still don't have enough dark energy to be a true god of the Empire; but, you have earned your bacon... for now." She says while she points at the exit of her Mirror room.