The days that followed were a torment. Chase endured Matron Agnes's constant scrutiny and the whispers of the other children. He tried to ignore them, focusing instead on understanding what had happened to him. He spent every spare moment in the orphanage's small, dusty library, poring over ancient tomes and forgotten scrolls. He searched for anything that might explain his white hair, his golden eyes, or the fragmented memories that haunted his dreams.He found nothing concrete, but he stumbled upon mentions of ancient beings, gods and demigods, beings of immense power who could alter reality itself. The stories were vague and often contradictory, but they fueled his growing suspicion that his transformation was connected to something far beyond the mundane.One afternoon, while practicing chores in the courtyard, a group of older boys cornered him. "Hey, Ghost Hair," one of them sneered, "show us your magic trick."Chase tried to ignore them, but they blocked his path. "Leave me alone," he mumbled."Or what? You gonna turn us into frogs with your golden eyes?" another boy taunted.Fear and anger surged through him. He didn't know what he could do, but he couldn't back down. He clenched his fists, and as he did, a strange energy coursed through his veins. The air around him shimmered, and a gust of wind suddenly whipped through the courtyard, scattering leaves and dust. The boys stumbled back, momentarily blinded.Chase seized the opportunity and fled, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't understand what had just happened, but he knew it was connected to the power he had glimpsed in his memories. He was changing, evolving, becoming something more than just an orphan named Chase.