I heard others speaking, and I wailed from within the cage the orcs had put me in. Then, the door was opened and I scrambled out to see... the feet of a demon. My eyes widen as I look up to it's face.
Suddenly I close my eyes and teleport, I appear about 10 meters away. I stand up, and my torn white wizard robe falls slightly down my arm, I pull it up. I take a deep breathe, my powers are fueled by air. And with that, I mend my clothing.
I stand there, an 11 year old white wizard, looking at a demon and dragonborn.