Reflecting now, perhaps it wasn't as bad as we thought. Occasionally, I wonder if life would have been better for all of us if Eliza and I had never uncovered the truth. Maybe that's a selfish thought. But we might have been happier—or at least, that's what I like to believe.
Magic remains an enigma, still not fully understood today. It permeates the world, selecting its own conduits. I wish that was the entirety of my tale, but my story is darker, laced with mystery and loss.
My name is Maddox, and I should never have left the orphanage.
