Miles walked down the narrow streets, the sun casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. The slums had become his home, though he had never imagined he'd end up here. His family, once a powerful and well-respected clan, had abandoned him without a second thought. In the years that followed, the weight of their absence had been a heavy burden to bear, but Miles had learned to carry it. With each passing day, the sting faded, replaced by a quiet acceptance. The slums were no longer a place of despair but a canvas on which he could rebuild, piece by piece.
His apartment, though small and rundown, was his sanctuary. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to survive. The faded walls, the chipped window frame, even the creaky floorboards—these things were no longer a reminder of what he'd lost, but symbols of what he'd gained: resilience, independence, and a sense of self that had only grown stronger since he'd been left behind.
But even as he found peace in his modest surroundings, a sadness lingered beneath the surface. His family's abandonment had never truly left him. There were days when he still wondered why they had chosen to cut him off so completely. It was hard to shake the sense that, somehow, he wasn't enough—that their love had been conditional. And yet, even in the face of this pain, Miles chose not to dwell on the bitterness. He had his future ahead of him, and that was enough to keep him moving forward.
There was one gift, one token from his family that still held weight: the opportunity to attend the country's fifth-best school. It had been the clan's way of preserving their image, making sure their reputation remained intact, even though they had cast him aside. They couldn't bear the thought of their name being tarnished by his fall from grace, so they gave him a chance—a chance that, at the time, felt more like a burden than a blessing.
But now, looking back, Miles saw it differently. The school had been a stepping stone, a place where he had learned not just academics but about himself. It was where he discovered his passion for knowledge, his love for challenging himself, and his ability to stand on his own, despite the weight of his family's legacy. The polished floors and marble hallways had once made him feel small and out of place, but now, they felt like a part of his journey.
As he walked home from class one evening, his thoughts turned to the clan. He had long ago stopped expecting them to reach out, but now that he had awakened to his own potential, he couldn't help but wonder: would they ever contact him again? Would they try to reclaim him, now that he was becoming someone they could be proud of? The question lingered in his mind, but it didn't weigh him down. It was a thought, a fleeting hope, but one that didn't define him.
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Miles couldn't help but feel a spark of anticipation as he walked the familiar path toward his modest home. Tomorrow was the day. The day of his initiation ceremony. It was something every child in Thalorind looked forward to—an event that marked the beginning of their journey to harness the magic within themselves, to awaken their abilities and step into the wider world as true participants in the fight for their homeland. For Miles, it wasn't just another milestone—it was his chance to prove to himself that he was more than just the product of his abandonment.
Thalorind, a world once ruled by peaceful magic, had been forever changed by an invasion centuries ago. The once vibrant land, filled with floating cities, endless forests of glowing trees, and mystical creatures, was now a battlefield. The sky had once been bright with stars and auroras, a place where magic flowed freely and life thrived in harmony. But all of that had been shattered by the Dhrunn, a terrifying race from beyond the stars who descended upon Thalorind with dark, destructive power. The Dhrunn were relentless, and their arrival forced the various communities and clans of Thalorind to put aside their differences and unite in the face of annihilation.
The invasion of the Dhrunn had been brutal, their power unlike anything the inhabitants of Thalorind had ever known. But the clans, bound by the necessity of survival, found strength in unity. They fought back fiercely, and after years of bloodshed, they succeeded in driving the Dhrunn forces out. The first invasion had ended in victory, but the threat was never truly gone. The Dhrunn had retreated, but they were always out there, lurking in the darkness of space, preparing for the day they would return.
It was during these dark times that the initiation ceremonies were born. The need for warriors—those who could wield magic to protect the land—became essential. The world's greatest minds and mages came together, creating a system where children, as young as ten, would undergo the ritual of awakening. This ceremony was their first step toward mastering the magic within them, honing their skills, and ensuring that they would be strong enough to defend against any future invasions. The ceremony had become a sacred rite, a rite that marked the beginning of every child's path to greatness.
But for those like Miles, who hadn't yet awakened their magic, the world was a much harsher place. Until a child's powers manifested, they were often seen as a burden—an unnecessary drain on resources. The world, in its practical wisdom, could not afford to waste time or magic on those who couldn't harness it. To be unawakened meant to be cast aside, to be considered abandoned by the very world that had once nurtured them. Miles had heard the whispers, the judgments, that had followed him through the years. "Unawakened" was a cruel label, one that had followed him for far too long.
But now, on the eve of his ceremony, Miles could feel something stirring within him. The time was coming. Tomorrow, he would stand before the teachers and undergo the initiation, hoping that this would finally be the moment when his dormant magic would awaken.
The anticipation was overwhelming, but so were the doubts. He had heard whispers of "late awakenings"—those who had struggled for years before finally unlocking their magic. It wasn't uncommon, but what made them so different was that, despite their delayed awakening, they never had a deep connection to a single element, often they were mixed bag who had low affinities for different elements , and that is why they are considered logical to awaken late as the different elements conflict within their bodies. There were rumors of people awakening with an affinity so strong, so pure, that it was as if they had been born for that element.
A 100% affinity was a rare phenomenon, one that few could claim. It wasn't just about power—it was about understanding, comprehension, and mastery. Those with such an affinity could not only wield their element with unparalleled strength, but they could also comprehend the deeper intricacies of how that element interacted with others. They could shape spells with ease, intuitively understanding the laws that governed their magic. They were the prodigies of Thalorind, revered and respected by all.
Miles had never met anyone with a 100% affinity. He had heard the legends, the stories of such individuals, but they were always distant, impossible to truly imagine. The reality was that most people struggled to develop a deep bond with any one element, and even fewer had the raw potential to achieve true mastery. He knew his path wouldn't be that simple. His journey was not going to be fast, not going to be the kind of story that would inspire songs or myths. His awakening would come with difficulty, with uncertainty, and with the slow burn of growth. But he wasn't deterred.
Tomorrow, he was sure of one thing: he would surprise them. Not only would he awaken, but he was certain he would reveal an unexpected affinity. An affinity that would set him apart. There was something inside him, some force waiting to be discovered. He had spent years in the shadows, watching others develop their powers, and now it was his turn to step into the light.
The teachers at the school had always been rude, they didn't believe in him the way they did the others. They saw him as one of the "unawakened," a child ,a pest who shouldn't be here. They didn't understand the fire that burned in him, the silent determination that kept him going. But tomorrow would change everything. Tomorrow, he would not just awaken; he would show them all that his potential was greater than they had ever imagined.