I found myself in a new world for me, but I made friends and hoped I’d have a couple of calm years to adapt while I studied. Not exactly!
Now I’m in a foreign country, with no way to call for help. I’ll get out myself—no problem—but you don’t leave friends behind; you have to save them. Only how? Who can I trust now? The local special services don’t inspire confidence in their trustworthiness; they seem to have their own incomprehensible games.
And my brother, for his part, has decided he’s the Dark Lord and is preparing for the conquest of the world. And I don’t even know how much truth there is in that joke…