A man—probably in his 40s — stood in a huge white room. The room had nothing in it, no furniture or anything. It seemed like he was standing in space; the only difference was that this space was white, and the vastness of the room gave the illusion of it being space. There was no smell in there and no noise as well. It was a place called The White Space. The man wore a long black robe with "Headmaster" imprinted upside down on the back side of the robe. The robe was longer than the man wearing it, and there were no buttons on the robe. He was wearing trousers and a tunic under that black robe. The word 'Headmaster' was written with red dragon's scales.
The man had long silver hair just like the moon in the middle of the night, and he had a handful of beard, and it contained the same color as his hair. He had ponytailed his long hair roughly with a few of his hairs wandering around. The Headmaster looked like a black spot on a clean white dress as he stood in that White Space wearing black. He stood alone, hands clasped behind his back, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a man wearing a darkish green, just like the color of dark green grass, robe and a mask on his face of a similar color came rushing into the room. The man came there out of nowhere, he simply appeared a few meters behind the Headmaster. "Headmaster, we have located him at last," he said with a trembling voice as he sat on his knees and bowed to him. The Headmaster closed his eyes and sighed in relief. He looked relieved after hearing that. He was waiting for this news. "Where is he?" demanded the Headmaster. Before he could get an answer, another man with black hair and a tall stretcher appeared there, walking towards the Headmaster. He was soaked in blood from head to toe, it was hard to make out what his face looked like.
He was in his mid-twenties, wearing a blood red colored robe that looked just like the Headmaster's. Just that the backside of his robe said, "Master" instead of 'Headmaster', and his robe was sleeveless, and the man wasn't wearing anything but a robe, trousers, and a simple white shirt (also sleeveless) under the robe. Scars on both his arms and body bore witness to him being a warrior. But a wide smile on his face said otherwise. "His name is Shayan. He is living in a village in Punjab with his parents."
The Headmaster turned around and eyed that guy. The guy in the red robe was resting his hands in his robe pockets, smiling and standing roughly. "Ihaan, take Harun and Masir with you and go to the Human Realm. Get the boy and his family here; if that boy stays there any longer, all our efforts will be in vain." Ihaan smiled, scuffed, and took a few steps forward. "So, what if he refuses? Should we use force?" Headmaster looked away, his eyes as cold as ice. "Give him time if he asks for it. However, we need him at any cost, before he turns 20. If he refuses, use force. I don't care what you do, but I want him here." Ihaan sighed and looked the Headmaster in the eye. "Old man, is it even possible that an Aurian is born in the human realm?" Ihaan inquired with curiosity. The Headmaster took a long breath and looked back towards Ihaan, eyed him, and then walked forward slowly.
"You know what happened when the first-time Prodigy users appeared in the human realm? It was chaos. Not hundreds, but millions of people died in a single day. I don't care about how it's possible or even if it is possible. All we know is that we have been waiting for him to be born for 8 decades, and it took us 19 years and 11 months to find him. All we know is that a kid will be born as an Aurian in the human world. Just a thing the last Headmaster handed over to me. Even if there is the slightest bit of doubt, I cannot rest. This is a cycle. One hundred years ago same thing happened, and has been happening for 400 years now."
"Then why is that this is the first I am hearing about it?" Ihaan asked with a hint of curiosity.
"An Aurian is born in the human realm after exactly 80 years. Then that boy and his family are brutally slaughtered. It's a loop, but this time we break out of it. The slaughter occurs on his 20th birthday night." The headmaster ignored his question. Ihaan had many questions about the headmaster's explanation because he was unaware of it, but he turned around without asking anything. "We will bring him back. Rest assured. We'll start this story from here once I get back." His smile widened. "I want you to tell me everything about this thing, this slaughter cycle."