"Love," my sweet, sweet Nathan said to me with clear affection. "How are we my sweet?" Asking me as if he had read my mind.
"Fine of course as you are here," I reply easily. He laughs showing off his smile an angel would envy.
Audibly I sigh. A pain stabs my heart that is filled with nothing but freezing cold ice and the memory of him. I push the thought of him away as I walk towards Wayne, my task assigner. He smiles at me to which I return with well… nothing. Coughing he hands me a sheet clearly wincing when I begin to read the neatly scrawled paragraphs.
It read: Agent,
We are happy to inform that you are now more than capable to up your training to go to the next level. Hopefully to also find yourself some fellow agents to assist you along your hard journey. Make sure to come ASAP.
Yours truly, Lord Frost
This was what I would eventually expect to happen to me but not so soon for someone not of noble blood. I am as you might soon realise of no real importance. Yet I have been picked off the street for one purpose, to serve my lords and ladies whom have given me purpose in my otherwise worthless life. This may seem nothing to people who don't understand that without a purpose do we not become nothing but shadows of ourselves.