A little boy who appeared to be no older than 9 years old woke up with a frown on his face. The little man was extremely neat, with fine facial features. Even though, he was frowning at the moment, it didn't diminish his charm in the slightest.
One could even go as far as to argue, this little boy once grown up would be ranked among the most handsome people in the country. After all, he not just only has good features, but carries a certain elegance, that makes him more pleasing to the eye.
Though, this boy wasn't your random person, he was the youngest son of the Marquise Lion, Raj Lion. He was born to nobility and inherited his mother's beauty and father's composure and talent, making him stand out from his peers.
Raj was a prodigy since birth, just like everyone in his family, he was blessed with magic, a rare talent that separates nobility from commoners.
In this era, magic is hard to find among commoners, while every member of the noble families can wield this mysterious power.
Although saying magic is what seperates the nobility from commoners isn't exactly accurate but, the truth isn't too far from it. Maybe how every noble son or daughter only marries someone who posses magic might play a role in it, but theirs no evidence to back this theory. It's just a speculation that maybe, the ability to wield magic is inherited from the parents.
But, then again there has been commoners who had children with potential to use magic despite the parents having no such ability. So you could say it's a superstition, but definitely a popular believed opinion.
Going back to the previous matters, the little man, who just had a frown on his picturesque face which showed deep emotion, as if that person has been through a lot which shouldn't have been the case in normal circumstance, but fortunately or unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
Raj had a mysterious dream, he was a bystander as he watched the life of a person who was pretty similar to himself. It felt like he was the person in the dream but at the same time he couldn't control any of his actions, it was almost like pretty written play.
At the start the things felt familiar, he could feel a familiarity with the person in the dream. But as time went on, the dream felt a little bit too realistic, and the familiar feeling turned into confidence that the person he was dreaming on was himself.
Upon arriving at this realisation, the play seed to suddenly come to a halt, and along came extreme pain, the pain he felt wasn't physical, it was more of a torment to his soul itself. Yet, he seemed to manage to keep his c
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