Meeting the Headmaster

That night, I was laying in the bed when the Headmaster came in.

"Hello Rahiel." He said.

"Hello sir." I said. Ceorn whimpered on the bed next to me until I put a hand on his head.

"I just wanted to make sure that you're okay, my son likes to take his jokes too far sometimes." He said.

"No harm, sir." I said.

"Just let me know if you have any questions." I did have one that had been burning at me.

"Sir, what is a Twilighter?" I asked. He looked surprised.

"So that was you, was it?" I nodded, and he sighed. "I shouldn't say anything, but you deserve to know." He said. "Only certain people know this, strong, experienced Aurains who guard secrets and abilities that should never be used called Keepers." I suddenly got the feeling of being a little kid lost among power and people beyond my comprehension.

"There is only one Twilighter per generation, one born every 30 odd years. Among them are the greatest warriors, mages, Keepers, mercenaries, villains and demons. The Twilighters are the only ones who have Auras that truly conflict with each other: Darkness and Light."

"They have the potential to do amazing things, but they teeter on the edge of evil and good. Some of the strongest Paladins, and Necromancers, have been Twilighters. Although never proven, it is said that each Twilighter has a unique power." He said.

"That's it?" I said.

"I don't think you understand, Rahiel. Twilighters are either the Great Heroes of the Age or the Villains." He said. "Rahiel, you're young. Nothing decided yet, and here you'll be allowed to explore yourself, your inner being to decide on which side you'll choose. Get up to speed soon, I'm sure Pylor'll run you and the others hard." He pulled the Earth Aura back into his hand that he was playing with and left me to comfort Ceorn.