The Sorcerer Who Loved Spells But Hated Reading
Alaric had always thought of himself as ordinary. A simple hunter in a quiet village, he spent his days tracking deer and gathering herbs from the forest. But strange things often happened around him—things he couldn’t explain. Once, when he was a boy, a wild boar had charged at him, and he raised his hand instinctively. The animal froze mid-step, as if held by an invisible force, before turning and fleeing into the woods.
Now a grown man, Alaric avoided thinking about such incidents. He dismissed them as luck or his imagination. But the villagers whispered behind his back, calling him “touched” or “unnatural.”
One evening, while walking home from the forest, he stumbled across a stranger lying unconscious on the path. Concerned, Alaric reached out to check for signs of life. The moment his hand touched the stranger’s shoulder, a soft glow emanated from his palm. The man gasped awake, his wounds healing before Alaric’s eyes.
The stranger stared at him in awe. “You’re a Gifter,” he whispered.
“A... what?” Alaric stammered, stepping back.
“A sorcerer blessed with magic to give and heal,” the man explained. “But you don’t know your own power.”
For the first time, Alaric felt both fear and wonder stir within him.
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