The Outcast's Ascension

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World of magic

Eryndor, a world pulsing with magic, had always been one where every living thing was bound to the energy flowing through the land. Magic in this world was as natural as the air they breathed—present in the roots of trees, the rush of rivers, and the flickering glow of the stars. It was not a secret, nor was it rare. Every citizen of Eryndor, from the lowliest peasant to the highest noble, carried the gift of magic within them, a birthright granted at the moment of their first breath.

For most, it manifested early, as children would begin to sense the world around them differently. A child could summon their first flame or beckon a breeze by the time they were six. Magic was an inherent part of their nature. It was not just a tool, but the essence of who they were, woven into the fabric of their very being.

Yet for some, the magic never came.

Ethan was one such person, born into a world that had no place for him. While every other child learned to wield magic as naturally as speaking, he could do nothing but watch in silence as others around him played with flames and summoned winds. His silver hair and violet eyes marked him as an outsider, a living oddity in a world built upon the magic that defined everything. To be born without magic in a world where magic was everything, was a curse in itself. A curse that branded Ethan as a "freak," someone who had no place among his peers.

Though magic flowed through Eryndor, Ethan had none.

But that didn't mean magic had abandoned him.

There was a force in the world—ancient, mysterious, and older than any living memory—that did not abide by the same rules as the common magic. It was the hidden current, a long-forgotten power known only to a few as the **Veiled Magic**. This power was not something that could be seen or understood by the everyday citizen of Eryndor. It existed in the shadows of their magic, beneath the surface of the world they knew. It was a raw and untapped force, a force that only appeared in rare circumstances.

Long ago, the great magicians of Eryndor believed that the Veiled Magic was the true source of all power in the world. It was a force that could reshape reality, alter the very nature of life and death, and grant immense power to whoever could harness it. Yet, as the centuries passed and magic became more structured, the Veiled Magic faded into legend. Few knew of its existence, and fewer still believed it was real.

But it was real. And it had not disappeared. It was hidden, waiting.

Some believed that only those who had no magic could awaken the Veiled Magic. Those born without the ability to command the regular forces of magic were the key to unlocking this secret power. The ancient texts spoke of one who would come, a person who would be born different, who would awaken the lost magic and restore the world to a time when it was free of boundaries and limitations.

This person was known as the **Ascendant**.

The Ascendant was not a hero destined for glory, nor a chosen one marked by fate. They were simply an individual born at the right moment, with the right heart, who would find their way to the Veiled Magic and change the world. This ancient power would rise from within them, unleashing a torrent of strength that could not be controlled by any known magic.

For Ethan, the concept of such a person was more fantasy than truth. The Veiled Magic had been dismissed as a myth, a story told to children to lull them to sleep at night. Magic was real—there was no question about that—but the idea that someone like him, born without magic, could ever become the key to unlocking a power so immense seemed impossible.

And yet, after that day in the training yard, when his body trembled and the air around him began to crackle with something he couldn't explain, a thought lingered in Ethan's mind. Was he the one spoken of in those ancient tales? Was he the Ascendant who could awaken the Veiled Magic?

He had no answers. He barely understood what had happened in the yard. But as he lay awake at night, staring at the stars through the window of his small room, the sense of something larger than himself loomed over him. Magic was still alive in Eryndor. It had never truly left.

And perhaps, just perhaps, the magic had been waiting for someone like Ethan to come and reclaim it.