A lonely hand in the shadow, with a shard of crystal floating on its palm…
Suddenly, the crystal illuminates a warm light, with more hands appearing with similar crystals in a circle.
In the middle is a boy, looking around in awe at the shining crystals with a sliver of the same crystal on his palm
However, the boy's crystal is neither floating… nor shining.
The boy then looks to the side of the darkness seeing his father sitting down.
"Dad?"
The father then rests his head on his arm asks a question to the shadows
"Isn't there a lighter one?"
A hidden man appears from behind and places a hand of comfort on the father's shoulder.
"I'm sorry… Mr. Arrow… Its troubling that your son's sliver is something a two-year old can float…"
The father sighs and prepares to continue the man's statement.
"I know… to be unable to float that sliver at the age of 5 means… this child is…"
The father pauses for a moment, struggling with his words.
"This child is a un-sorcerer"
