It's been 2 months since I first attempted magic and my parents decided to have me do magic in the morning and swordsmanship in the afternoon. My dad is a great fighter and he's told me that there are ranks to fighting just like magic 'Basic, Intermediate, Advanced, Knight, Warrior, Emperor, and God' Most fighters use the same style but there are styles that focus on certain things for example the 'Sleep Style' is a calming style that the movement flows like water and is mainly parrying. While some styles might be like the Hell Style that are mainly normal but have moves or abilities. Another thing is he's not teaching me how to use a sword yet. Just "conditioning" as he calls it and it sucks.
While my mom has been teaching me Sub-Elementary spells and has told me that Magic has more ranks than just Sub-Elementary, Elementary, and Intermediate. Alongside those three there are 'Advanced, Priest, Pure Mage, Emperor and King'.
Magic in this world truly is very similar to Earth's fantasy stories. Because of this is quite easy for me to learn magic, my parents think I'm a prodigy who is really good at learning at such a young age. Little do they know I'm about 30 now.
4 months later, I'm still learning Sub-Elementary magic and my dad is still making me work out the entire afternoon. Although my parents told me to stay in my room today and don't leave. I wonder why, after a few hours they call me down.
"Kael!" Yells my mother, I open my door and head downstairs to see a bunch of my favored dishes they've cooked for me including Steamed Ham, and 'Brokituk' (Bread wrapped around a sausage similar to hotdogs from Earth)
As I look at all the food I say "What's this all about?"
"It's your birthday son", both my parents say this in response.
"Birthday?" I respond, come to think of it I've never had a birthday yet.
"Yeah. You probably don't know since we haven't told you yet but you have Birthday's every 5 years which are when we celebrate the day of your birth and give you gifts or favorite foods." Seraphina explains to me. Of course I know what a birthday is but only every 5 years? Turns out you also become an adult at 20 instead of 18.
1 month later, My dad is finally starting to teach me how to use the sword as I've done enough conditioning. And I've learned my first Elementary Spell being Waterball. It can create a ball of water as the name suggests and I can shoot it out like a bullet.
3 months later. I creep up behind my dad and ask "Can I go outside to the village?" By now I'm 5 years old and 4 months, and me not having any friends probably isn't to well for me. So hopefully he'll say yes so I can meet some people. "Sure just don't go too far okay? Be back by your swordsmanship lesson"
"Okay thanks" I reply to.
I exit the house and take a breath in my surroundings of course I've been outside a few times but I haven't left the property. I'm a bit scared of people hating me but I have to get over it... Right? I open the gate in the front lawn. I suddenly get the feeling in your stomach when you're dropping on a steep rollercoaster. I feel guilt push through me like a train. I push on in hopes it'll go away put I can't go far. Every step I make it gets worse and worse, I keep moving and the moment I see a person the fear gets worse...