A young apprentice woke up early that morning. Everything seemed as normal as it could be. Birds chirping outside the window, sunlight streaming in, enveloping his face in light. He got up and walked to the main chamber where his master usually was, awake before anyone in the tower. Strangely enough, there was no one sitting there. Something felt off, though he could not put his finger exactly on why. There was a faint lingering of magic particles in the air. Something happened here. He went looking around the tower, after quickly sketching the magic particles in his sketchbook. Perhaps this will be useful later. He found no one, not even the cleaning, or cooking staff, nor any other apprentices or mages. Had he woken up in an alternate dimension ? Panic started coursing through his veins, just what the fuck had happened here. His search for some kind of life in the tower became frantic. And so, the quest to find his master began.