That feeling inspired me

  I felt I truly needed to understand what was happening, to understand their strange language, even though every word was a new challenge.

  Four years passed, and I was now five.

  I began learning to read—slowly—but I started understanding some of their words, some of the hidden meanings behind the sentences.

  Every day I spent hours trying to comprehend what I could, as if each book was a door to another world, a world that seemed stronger, wider, and more mysterious than anything I'd known.

  Today… would be my birthday.

  My father, the wealthy and powerful merchant, I'd seen him once swinging his sword and splitting a tree trunk during his training, and it looked easy for him.

  I asked for a huge book… a book containing everything I could know, everything about the world around me.

  I didn't know if such a book even existed, and I couldn't ask them directly about how to create or use power.

  I knew that children here were curious, full of questions… but a part of me wasn't ready for confrontation.

  I wasn't the type to ask endlessly—I'd learned early on that too many questions brought trouble.

  My father brought the book.

  He said as he placed it before me: "I'm leaving tomorrow for the Kingdom of Duran."

  My mother protested: "But you just arrived!"

  My father smiled—a rare smile—and apologized, then promised to take a full month's rest later.

  I was eager… but the title was vague. I didn't understand it.

  I asked my mother what it meant. She told me: "Fundamentals of MagicI began to read…

  Many words, massive content, but the essence was small.

  The Book's ContentsType OneType TwoType ThreeA mix of both. Extremely rare. Only a few possess it.

  I wondered: How many people live in this world?

  Magic types are random. There's no way to choose the desired type.

  My mother entered the room and said: "Still reading? It's late. Time for bed."

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  I hesitated… but despite my eagerness, I set the book aside and closed my eyes.

  I knew that every unread page, every misunderstood word… would be the key to what I'd become someday.

  The next day, I was having breakfast with my mother when she asked with a smile: "What did you learn last night?"

  Then she looked at me with curious eyes and asked: "And what about your type… what kind of magic do you have?"

  She surprised me. I answered: "I don't know…"

  She smiled and said: "We won't know now. Your body is still growing… your type will appear soon. Your type depends on the mana your body absorbs."

  I stared at her with wide eyes: "Does magic have types?"

  She nodded: "Of course… there are four basic elements: earth, wind, water, fireBut you can't choose the element until age sixteen—your body automatically absorbs all surrounding particles.

  Isn't that good?"

  She grabbed my cheek and said: "Of course not! The purer the particles your body absorbs, the stronger your magic. Fire and water, for instance, are opposites—absorbing both together weakens the particles. There are rare elements in distant places, like ice and frost and lightning in the Dravan Mountains, or gravity in the underground Kingdom of Duran."

  She added: "There's a small category of geniuses who manage to pull the particles they want before turning sixteen, but they're very rareI wondered inside: Will I truly be able to use magic? Does my body follow this world's laws… or is it still tied to my previous world?

  A strange curiosity ignited a new feeling within me… as if something was waiting for me to understand later, something greater than anything I'd seen before.

  The Hidden WorldIn the farthest northeast of the worldA place that doesn't appear on maps, not officially recognized by kingdoms… lies the **Hidden WorldA land that knows no seasons, and doesn't respond to mana as it should.

  Here, silence isn't the absence of sound… but the presence of something watchingSir Dreksa was standing there.

  His spear planted in the black earth, his shield bearing scratches that hadn't faded in years.

  He wasn't afraid… but he was cautious, and that in itself was rare for a man like him.

  Since entering this world, he felt that mana didn't flow toward him—it **withdrew.** As if the place rejected him.

  He muttered: "So… this is where you hide it."

  The elements they came for… treasures capable of shifting the balance of power between the three kingdoms.

  The shadow movedIt wasn't a beast, nor a mythical being, but **a void that moved.**

  Dreksa raised his spear immediately and charged.

  But the first strike hit **nothing,** and the pressure turned against him.

  He smiled: "Interesting…"

  The battle erupted.

  Every blow he struck was met by shapeless force, and every movement drained more than it should.

  And when the shadow pierced his chest, he looked at the gray sky and said:

  "So… this is my limit.His spear fell, then his knee, then his entire body.

  And the last thing he thought was:

  Will they learn from my mistake… or repeat it?Kingdom of Dravan – Royal PalaceDays later, the **Royal Spears** gathered—the seven strongest people in the kingdom.

  The hall was silent, but the tension was too heavy to hide.

  The Supreme CommanderOzik Blaine replied coldly, his voice dripping with disdain: "If he died, he's unqualified. If he's alive, it's none of our concern. Going alone was arrogance."He glanced at Kailos with barely concealed contempt. "And don't think being chosen as Royal Spears puts us on equal footing. I'm ashamed to stand in the same position as some of you."Kailos NirathThe Supreme Commander intervened, striking her spear on the ground:

  "Enough. We are six now. The truth is one: Dravan is the weakest of the human kingdoms. We lost a great power, and our king is ill. We must reconsider our policy or our thousand-year history will end."Everyone left. She remained alone.

  She shattered the table and screamed:

  "Damn it… why must I bear this responsibility? Poverty fills the land. We're the weakest kingdom. Was my decision correct?"She collapsed in tears, then whispered:

  "Perhaps we should strengthen our relationship with the Aelves… they're the strongest. But would they accept marriage to a human? No… it would produce a deformed child. What am I doing?

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