A boy's eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. He looked around and froze. The tree he sat under was black as obsidian. It was adorned with scarlet leaves, shining like rubies. Throughout it all, veins of violet light pulsed. The grass he sat on was soft, comfy, and cyan. The hill the tree sat on was high enough to provide a view of the scenery, and what a view it was. Hills abounded, covered in the same cyan grass. However, while the grass color was mostly constant, the same could not be said of the trees. One looked like a thoroughly mangled marble pillar with emerald leaves. Another was a deep blue. The one similarity all the trees shared were the violet veins, pulsing through each and every one. The boy, astounded, stood up and got out from under the canopy. He looked up.

The night sky was a stygian sea, with a shattered archipelago of shining stars blazing above. Blue, green, violet, and more colors were represented in the heavens. They shone like glittering jewels. Fleetingly, he coveted them for himself. Startled out of his stargazing by a chill breeze, he was reminded of more pressing concerns. Namely, there were no clothes pressing on his skin. He stumbled back under the canopy. He sat down and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to ward off the cold. He began thinking about where he was and how he got here. The only problem was, he had no idea.

The location was unfamiliar. The why and how were unknown. Further, when proding his memory, he came up blank. All blank. Not only were his memories of how he got here absent, but so was everything else. He knew he had to have learned the language he was thinking in somewhere, but he didn't know where. He knew he probably had parents, but he couldn't recall anything about them. He knew he should have a name, but he didn't know it. As he pondered this distressing matter, he noticed a piece of parchment in the grass. Tentatively, he picked it up and began to read. 

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Hey there, fella!

If you're reading this, you're probably still alive. Congratulations! Not that there was ever any doubt... moving on! You may be wondering where you are, but enlightening you on the matter was not part of our agreement. You are probably wondering about what agreement I am referring to, but that's your problem. Note, just because you do not know what you agreed to, does not mean you did not agree to it! One could say that's why you are where you are now. Anyways, while providing information on all that is not part of our bargain, I still fulfilled my end of it. Try thinking about 'spells', and you'll know what I'm talking about.

P.S. Here's a helpful tip, on the house. While dimensionalism and animancy spells are exceedingly useful, I'd keep your abnormally high affinity for them, much less actually having spells for them to yourself. Ability in the former will invite suspicion, and ability in the latter will invite stonings. Anyways, good luck and have fun!

Confused and more than a little irritated, the boy nonetheless followed the instructions. He thought of 'spells' and was immediately flooded with information. More than that, he felt the mana coursing through his soul and knew how to use it. Almost compelled, his hand flung out, words of power spilled from his lips, and a shaky ball of fire shot out from his outstretched palm. It flew for about three meters and dissipated. The boy laid down on the grass, feeling slightly drained. He looked at the world around him. The awe he felt when gazing at this beautiful and alien landscape was eclipsed by the ecstasy of casting his first spell.

He knew not where he was.

He didn't know how he got here.

He didn't even know who he was.

But what he did know, was that whatever these spells were, he wanted more.