When Cindron was twelve years old, he entered Essos Academy.
Classes, engraving, alchemy, exams, life is stable and quiet. He doesn't talk much, his grades are at the top, and his classmates think he is a gentle and easy-to-get-together genius.
Only he himself would occasionally be stunned - in his dreams there was always an inexhaustible fire and a back figure whose face could not be seen clearly.
He thought that it was probably just random thoughts.
Little did he know that on the way home thousands of years ago, someone was walking back to him step by step, following the breath of fire.
Intention: After thousands of sails, I still want to be an ordinary boy.