The Rise of the Whisperer: The Solo Enchanter

They called me The Whisperer. A joke. A mockery. The boy with the weakest magic just because I was a farmer. I was powerless when they came. I watched as my father and my mother was slaughtered. My village was reduced to ash, and the man in the black robe vanished, leaving nothing but blood and unanswered questions. All I had left was my infant sister and the faint spark of magic they all ridiculed. But even a whisper can grow into a storm. Now, I walk the path alone. My weak magic will become their weakness. I will make them hear the screams they left behind, feel the pain they inflicted, and drown in the vengeance they thought they escaped. They thought I was nothing. They were wrong. I will rise, and the last thing they’ll ever hear… is a whisper.