It was a silly document left in a tiny envelope. left in his mother's desk, a document he found years later as he was rummaging in the attic.
She had gone to soothsayers, palm readers and she'd even gone to Japan for a special reading of leaves at the bottom of a tea cup. All foretold of a beautiful child. Male of course, an only child to carry out the family name. All told of great things to come, a bright future, health, wealth and success, and from the height of his ten years, so shy, living in a far away village he wished to believe.
His carer even had a small suitcase packed and ready for the moment to come when he would leave for the academy.
But he allowed himself to have doubts, his mother's name being Cassandra.