At dawn, Kylo woke up.
"Today is the only day we slaves don't work. Instead of labor, they give us the bare minimum of food, and we can rest all day since we have nothing else to do. We aren't free people, so we have no personal duties, we simply do what we're told, or else we die. Before eating the portion of food they gave me, I'm going to take a walk through the nearby forest. I need to know the outskirts of the city."
Kylo then walked around the outskirts of the city, through the forest and across the fields, bathed in sunlight. However, as he made his way back to Círdavon through the forest, rain starts dropping even though it was still daytime, leaving Kylo soaked. On top of that, something unexpected happened.
"Uh? What is this light?"
[Sir, please!]
"A voice? A boy?"
[I need your help, sir, my mother isn't feeling well!]
The light suddenly projected to Kylo the vision of a boy crying for help in the city of Círdavon, not exactly a vision, but rather the memories of what had happened.
"These memories aren't mine. This is the first time this has ever happened to me. Could this be magic? This is incredible! It proves what that beggar from my past life said: the rain isn't just weather, it's memory. This means I have a talent for magic in this world! Could I be able to see more memories?? Hmmm, no matter how much I wish or imagine, nothing seems to make another memory appear. Maybe there's some kind of requirement needed to perform this kind of spell."
Suddenly, a bright light appeared, forcing Kylo to shut his eyes.
"AH! WHAT IS THIS!"
"Good afternoon, my child."