Another day I thought standing up from what I call bed. the creaking noise it made whenever I woke up always annoyed the people living next to me and am always get an earful of complains. going into the shower and looking at my reflection in the mirror I have to admit I looked good standing in front of me is a boy with a breathtaking green eyes looking into it for long for long could make you fall deep into , a body which looked like it carved out by the gods themselves to make all mortal worship it .
Doing my daily morning exercise and practicing my magic which I had a low mana storage which enables me to use magic for a short amount of time. the only magic I can do is just the everyday magic uses like starting a fire .
looking at the picture of my mom carrying me with a smile brings back the memory of a child who was running and fell down crying a woman going to child to console him looking at him with her green eyes filled with love while saying a joke to make him feel better.
at the age of two my father died. my mom told me stories him and his adventures.