Caleb breathed heavily as the pain in his back sets, just this morning he felt his father's whip. He didn't care about the show, all he wanted was to get to sleep and heal the wounds. Caleb took a peek at the stage as his brother's performance goes on, freezing what seems to be himself in a block of ice.<span style="font-style: italic">Must be my part now.</span>He looked back to the backstage, not expecting to see anything of interest when his brother teleported.<br/><br/>"I hope you can melt the illusionary clone as well, brother! Break a leg, my pyromantic friend!" His brother said while patting him on the shoulder.<br/><br/>"I'd rather break that old man's leg." He commented, while rushing onto the stage hearing his father's introduction.<br/><br/>Bowing to the audience, he explained his act about melting the block of ice and readied a fireball in his hand when a feint voice of gasps reached his ears, followed by the screams of the audience. People ran away from the room. The last thing he remembered was setting the fireball ablaze in panic of hearing screams and a pain in his forehead.<br/><br/>====================================================================================================<br/><br/>"Quick, grab him!"<br/><br/>"I am doing it! Just keep that spell on."<br/><br/>"Okay, let's go before they notice someone is missing."<br/><br/>Caleb regain consciousness as he was carried on the shoulder of a stranger in the middle of nowhere. There's a pair of them and they seems to be running away from something, or someone.<br/><br/>"What's going on? Where am I?" He tried to ask the stranger.<br/><br/>"Shut up! Or they'll get us." The stranger whispered to him as he was applied a blindfold and a gag.<br/><br/>====================================================================================================<br/><br/>The blindfold restricted Caleb to see anything. He could only hear steps, there seems to be more of them as time goes on. Moments later, he was dropped to a kneeling position, he could hear whispers now, may or may not talking about him.<br/><br/>"What did you just do? I said retrieve the boy and treat him like family, not kidnap him and treat him like dirt!" A harsh, commanding voice closing in. Someone removed his gag and then his blindfold, he could see a figure in violet robes, seems to be the one talking previously. "Tell me young man, what's your name?" He said to Caleb.<br/><br/>"What is it to you? And why am I here?" Caleb asked, not answering the question.<br/><br/>"All I ask is your name, for I already know everything about you, your heritage, your bloodline, your place among us, and your fate. You are in the forest of the Cyrinth, though people calls us the Dark Ones out of their ignorance. Now, what is your name?"<br/><br/>"I-It's Caleb, whatever you want from me, I don't have it. My father owns the show, he gets all the gold."<br/><br/>"I don't want your wealth, my boy. From now on you will live here, this is your home, where you actually belong." The man said as he waved his hand around Caleb, and suddenly the rope strapping his hands and legs are gone. "Follow me, I'll show you to your room. Don't bother trying to escape, we have our own magical barriers, your teleportation have no power here."<br/><br/>Both of them walked down dozens of hut, some of them above the ground on the trees, with bridges here and there connecting it. They walked into a large tree, it's diameter about 20 meters long. "Amazed? This is our elder tree. It is our ancestor who settled here just after the separation." They walked a little more to a room, complete with bed and furniture one would find in a bedroom. "This here is your room. I hope you love it here. If you want anything, just call Mikael, the butler. I will attend to my business now. Farewell, child."