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As a curious three-year-old, I learnt about my family. My father, Dorian Valemont, stood tall with a sharp jawline, his black hair perfectly complementing his piercing yellow eyes. He exuded confidence and strength, a skilled swordsman and low-ranking noble.
My mother, Liora Valemont, was a vision of beauty, her dark red locks cascading down her back, bright blue eyes sparkling with kindness, and an endearing face that could light up a room. She was a mage, a beautiful, kind-hearted woman and devoted mother.
My seven-year-old sister, Keylith Valemont, had striking features, with her raven-black hair framing her grey eyes, giving her an air of quiet mystery. She was a lively presence in my life, her attitude towards me shifting from playful to occasionally bossy.
As for myself, I inherited a fiery mane of red hair and yellow eyes, a unique combination that set me apart. I started walking at the age of three, and my curiosity led me to explore every nook and cranny of our estate.
One day, I toddled down the hallway, my little legs moving excitedly as I made my way towards the room that held a treasure trove of books. The room was a sanctuary of knowledge, where the secrets of the world were waiting to be uncovered.
Just as I was about to reach the door, I felt a gentle lift, and my mother's warm voice whispered in my ear, "Aries, sweetie, I've been looking all over for you! Time for your bath, darling." I looked up at her with pleading eyes, whining softly. She chuckled and swept me into her arms. "No, no, little Aries, you shouldn't deny you mother ok ?"
But I was determined. One day, when my mother was busy with her household work, I managed to slip away and make a beeline for the room filled with books. I pulled down a large, leather-bound tome and opened it to reveal a beautiful illustrated map. As I pored over the map, I discovered where I was - the map showed our state, Astreth State, one of the three states of the Marden Kingdom.
As I delved deeper into the room, my curiosity led me to another book: "Basic Spell Casting for Beginners." The title sparked excitement within me. I opened the book, and its yellowed pages revealed the fundamentals of magic, teaching low-level spells that seemed almost within my grasp. "this world is very different than of my previous" i thought, "magic huh? it would be quite interesting".
"Well, well, looks like someone's trying to learn magic," my sister said, catching me red-handed. "You think you can handle this, little bro?" she asked with a smirk.
"I... I just want to learn," I stammered.
She chuckled and sat down beside me. "Alright, let me explain, but before that, you can close the book as you can't be able to read the words. There are four major elements: Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth. And then there are advanced elements like ice and verdancy. I'm a Wind mage, by the way."
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a small tornado, its gentle whirlwind rustling my hair. "Whoa, that's cool!" I exclaimed.
She grinned. "Glad you like it. But magic isn't just about waving your hands and saying spells. You need to learn control over your Mana Arcane. It's like an energy that helps you perform magic."
"I see," I said, fascinated. "Is it hard to learn?"
"It can be challenging, but I think you might have a knack for it," she said with a smile. "We'll start teaching you when you're a bit older, okay?" she says. "you'll need to learn control over your Mana Arcane, which is like an energy that helps you perform magic." She smiled, her expression serious. "Though it's challenging to learn at your age, it's possible to start once you turn six years old. That's when we typically discover our magical affinity - which element resonates with our nature."
Just then, a faint noise echoes through the hallway, and my sister's head jerks up, attentive. "I think mother is calling. I need to go," she says, giving me a gentle pat on the head. Her eyes sparkle with a promise. "We'll talk about this again sometime, Aries."
With that, she turns and hurries out of the room, leaving me to ponder the secrets she's shared. As soon as my sister disappears around the corner, I dive back into the world of books. Every page reveals the secrets of our realm. The more I read, the more I discover the vast diversity of beings that inhabit our world. I learn about the elves, spirit beings, and humans. But it's not these familiar entities that leave me breathless; instead, it's a single word that jumps off the page - a word I've never heard before: "PHOBIANS."
My mind reels as I try to wrap my head around this new concept. Elves and spirits were familiar tales from my world, but Phobians are a mystery, a revelation that sparks a flurry of questions and curiosity within me. As I delve deeper into the book, I come across a passage about the Great Sage who created our world. It's said that this Sage had two children: Xander Havoc, the firstborn, a Phobian of unparalleled power and aggression, and Kael Havoc, a human child.
The text reveals that the Phobians possess a staggering lifespan of 600 to 1000 years and are known for their harsh nature. In contrast, humans like Kael possess a relatively fleeting lifespan of 80 to 110 years and are characterized by their kindness. I pause, my mind reeling with the implications. "Phobians are 10 times stronger than humans? This is crazy...," I think to myself, the significance of this disparity weighing heavily on my thoughts.
I approach my mother, who is busy with her household work, curiosity getting the better of me. "Mother, Can you tell me something about Phobians? and also why do Phobians and humans have such a complicated past?" I ask innocently. However, the moment the word "Phobian" escapes my lips, my mother's demeanor changes dramatically. She trembles, her eyes widening in shock, and her voice raises to a shout. "How did you come to know about that?" she demands, her fear palpable.
Releasing her outburst, she composes herself, her expression stern. "Never mention that name again," she says, hugging me tightly. But her curiosity soon gets the better of her, and she asks, "How did you possibly come to know about Phobians?"
"I studied about it," I reply matter-of-factly.
my response leaves my mother stunned. my mother asks, " Aries how is this possible?" she is turned and shouts again "you're only three years old.... you shouldn't be able to read, let alone understanding Complex words and letters." my father, who had been training with his sword outside, rushes in by overhearing what mother said.
my sister too, looks shocked they exchange glances. as I see my family shocked faces, I realized that my ability to read and comprehend Complex text at 3 years old is abnormal.
I thought "Ahh right, i am actually too young to grasp the reading and comprehending, damn it, I should have kept it a secret".
The Silence is broken as my parents faces transform into beaming Smiles. " Honey, our child is a true genius" my mother exclaims "reading books at 3 years old it's a miracle!"
my father " I couldn't agree more I am incredibly proud of you, my son" he scoops me up, lifting me high above his head, and tosses me into the air catching me with a gentle laugh.
I think to myself, relieved, "huhh.... I guess I was worried for nothing, things went well".
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In the room filled with books, I sit there alone, shift My focus to start mastering magic "i can learn it! i will learn how to harness my mana arcane instead of waiting for 3 more years" i thought to myself,
eager to tap into the mysterious forces that lie on everyone including me.
I concentrate on unleashing my inner power seeking to feel the surge of mana arcane coursing through my veins, with eyes closed, I take I take a deep breath and reach within, attempting to awaken the dormant energy that will allow me to wield magic.