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He is a quiet eighteen year old boy who finds more solace in the pages of his sketchbook than the world around him. He's forever believed his artistic way of thinking is not, and never will be desirable because it is what makes him unable to fit in with all the rest; isn't it? So he finds himself always caught somewhere between here and there, unable to fit in but unable to walk away.

But to some his way of thinking is desirable -- revered even; to them he's invaluable. To them his ability to dream in color is magic. To them he is special.

And it is not until he meets a wayward wizard that he realizes the importance of his colors.