Chapter 1: The Awakening of Kael
The rain fell in relentless sheets over Valeria City, turning the cobblestone streets into rivers of silver. Every drop hit Kai — no, Kael — like a drumbeat reminding him of his failures. At fourteen, Kael was already infamous among the academy students. Not for talent. Not for courage. But for being the weakest mage in generations.
"Watch him spill his spell again!" someone yelled, and a group of students doubled over laughing. Their magic flares illuminated Kael's face, cruel and mocking, but he could barely summon a spark to defend himself. Every attempt ended in a puff of smoke, a flicker, and humiliation.
Kael sank to his knees in the muddy courtyard, drenched, shaking, and tired of being nothing. Why am I always weak? he thought, staring at the cracked stones beneath him. Why can't I do what everyone else does effortlessly?
The wind howled, carrying whispers through the ruined academy halls. Kael's gaze drifted to the deepest corner of the courtyard, where shadows clung unnaturally. There, hovering inches above the wet ground, a faint golden glow shimmered. He blinked.
A small tome floated in the air, bound in dark leather etched with glowing runes: "Grimoire of Eternal Flame."
Kael hesitated. His hands trembled as he reached for it. The moment he touched the cover, the air around him shifted. The rain seemed to slow, the laughter of his peers vanished, and a surge of warmth flooded through him — a feeling he had never known. Power. Real power.
A voice, deep and ethereal, whispered in his mind:
"Kael… the one who has nothing yet desires everything… awaken."
Before he could react, the ground beneath him pulsed with light. A sword, pure energy glowing azure, formed in his hands. Sparks danced across his fingers, running up his arms, and igniting his very soul. He lifted the sword, and a circle of magic spread around him like a protective dome.
The students froze. Even Rion, the academy's top prodigy and Kael's cruelest rival, stepped back. Kael felt it — the same boy who had stumbled over spells and been mocked for years — was gone.
His voice rang out, calm, controlled, yet commanding:
"Step back… or face the consequences of your arrogance."
Lightning streaked across the sky, reflecting off Kael's glowing sword. Rain soaked his cloak, but he didn't feel cold. The fire inside him blazed brighter than the storm itself.
One by one, the students took a cautious step back. Whispers spread through the courtyard: "Did… he just…"
Kael's mind raced. What is happening to me? Why do I feel this… limitless?
Then he smiled — not the timid, scared smile of the past, but a grin filled with determination and thrill.
"This… is just the beginning," he murmured.
"The Kael who failed at everything is dead. From now on… I will forge my own destiny. Stronger than anyone. Stronger than the gods themselves."
As the storm raged around him, the floating grimoire pulsed once more, golden light spilling into the air:
"Your journey begins. Let the world remember your name, Kael."
And in that moment, the boy who had once been nothing, who had begged and cried and failed, stood reborn — the weakest mage no more, the future apex of power waiting to rise.
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