It is your seventh birthday today and as you celebrate it either alone or with family or friends you are interrupted by a knock on your door. And you go open it, you find behind the slab of wood a shadowy figure with a scroll in it's hands. Unrolling the expensive looking vellum, it start what you assume is a decree by his (now you know it's a he that hides beneath that heavy cowl) clear, austere tone of voice.
The message fill you with a fear mingled with disbelief;
Dear Future Pupil,
You are formally invited to Perseus Academy were you will learn to become a true hero with both martial and magical expertise. The world need you and we are not offering you a choice. Know that if you do not accept you will be mercilessly hunted down until death follow.
Merely accept and you will be rewarded with a chance to be known worldwide as a great hero by simply taking your guide's hand.
With hope that you will take the right choice,
Headmaster Paracelsus Decaromus.
“You must take nothing but what you currently wear with you as you will be made anew at our destination.” Says the shadowy man as he close the croll in his hands and extend his right hand towards you.
Both life and death stares you in the face today.