Klare's P.O.V.
"Tell me! Tell me if there is something wrong with my baby girl!" I demanded, my heart pounding with worry.
"Ah...No, no. I am sorry for worrying you, Ms. Klare. Emily is perfectly healthy. I was just astonished by her magic affinity results. It appears as though she can use all forms of magic, including divine magic. Your daughter may just be the child spoken of in the legends. I am sorry to say I will have to report these findings to the Board of Witches and Wizards. However, you and your daughter will be moved to a private wing of the hospital, and we will have security by your doors at all times. As a powerful witch and a teacher at a regarded magic academy, you should understand as well," the doctor explained, trying to reassure me.
"Oh, I know, and I do understand. I just don't know if I should be happy that my baby was blessed or mad that she won't be able to live a normal life. Thank you for looking out for us, Doctor," I replied, a mix of conflicting emotions swirling within me.
16 Years Later
Emily's P.O.V.
What the God of Magic said was true. Not only do I have super-duper magical powers, but I also have all the knowledge I learned in my previous life to use said magic. The only downside is that I have had to stay hidden and out of sight from the public due to my abilities, and my dear mother's life being in danger because of them. Now I have very little social skills and a very doting mother who will be my homeroom teacher at the academy. Yay! Don't get me wrong; I am so thankful I was able to save my mother this time with the knowledge from my past life. But, because I put my life at risk getting the ingredients to make the medicine for her, she is very over-protective of me.
"Emily-dear! It's time to leave. The carriage is here. Do you need help with your bag? You're quite tiny for your age," Mother Klare called out, looking at me with concern.
"Ah...Mother! I am not tiny...hmph.. I can get my bag," I replied, feeling a surge of determination to prove my independence.
I couldn't help but smile at my mother's teasing. "I guess I should explain what I look like to those who are interested. I have long blue hair and light blue eyes. My eyes glow gold when I use divine magic and red when I use dark magic, which is not evil magic. I am 5'2 with a petite frame and bust, not tiny!"
"Are you nervous about giving your speech as the representative of the first years, Emily?" Mother Klare asked, sensing my anxiety.
"I am, Mother. If I remember correctly, didn't you give the speech when you were a first year as well? Do you have any advice as a mother and a teacher?" I inquired, seeking guidance from the one person who understood me best.
"Well, as a mother, I would tell you to imagine the audience in their undergarments. But as a teacher, I probably shouldn't do so. Hahaha..." Mother Klare chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Ehehe...Mother...I'm serious. I am quite nervous. I don't have much experience talking to others," I confessed, my vulnerability showing through.
"In this life or the last for that matter," Mother Klare added, reminding me of our shared history.
"Fufufu...fine. Here is my advice and what I did. I walked in as if I owned the room as the top student. However, when I spoke, I treated everyone - students, staff, and teachers - with the same level of respect, no matter who they were or where they came from. I believe this will work, especially given your special circumstances. Oh, it seems we have arrived. I will sneak out first before the commotion happens, so you won't be seen arriving with your mother. Good luck, and you might want to use a protection spell when you get out, see you soon, my sweet daughter," Mother Klare shared her wisdom before departing the carriage.
"Thank you, Mother," I expressed my gratitude, feeling a mix of emotions as she left.
Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for what lay ahead and stepped out of the carriage. As I walked towards the academy, a group of students rushed towards the carriage, creating an intimidating scene. I felt a surge of nervousness, but I remembered my mother's advice. I chanted a personal space spell under my breath, creating a protective barrier of wind that kept the students at a safe distance.
"Wow, did you see that?" one of the students exclaimed, impressed by my spell.
"That was a medium-level wind protection spell," another student commented, recognizing the skill involved.
Relieved that my spell had worked, I smiled at the students. Among them, I spotted May, my childhood friend and secret girlfriend. We had to hide our relationship due to our positions, but seeing her brought a wave of warmth and comfort.
"Good day, Lady Emily. You are amazing as always," May greeted me with a mix of admiration and concern.
"Ah, good day to you too, May. Please call me Emily. We have been friends since childhood, remember?" I replied with a smile, longing for the freedom to be ourselves without the weight of secrecy.
"I know, but we have to be careful in public. I don't want to cause any trouble for you," May responded, her worry evident.
Understanding the necessity for caution, I nodded in agreement. "I know, but we can be ourselves when we are alone, right?"
May blushed and nodded, "Yes, of course, Emily."
Reconnecting with May filled me with a sense of belonging and support. However, I couldn't afford to get lost in those emotions. I had responsibilities and a destiny to fulfill as the witch of legend.
Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of my purpose and prepared to deliver my speech. As I entered the academy's hallowed halls, a mixture of nerves and determination coursed through me. It was time to face one of my fears head-on and leave an indelible mark on this new chapter of my life.