1 •Chapter One: A newborn Magician•

Being wealthy might be an advantage to one, but one can be targeted when one has the upper hand in life.

"Lesley... i dont think my magic will help us this time"

*10 years earlier*

Lesley lived in the Vance household and she can almost get everything she wants. Almost. The only thing she cant have is happiness. Children nearby hated Lesley and was even bullied and teased. Lesley then improve her accuracy so whenever they bullied her, she would collect rocks and throw it at them.

Until one day.

"Lesley, we will be back 'till 6 o'clock. Dont touch my weapons, especially the rifle!". Lesley's father plead.

"I- I wont, father" Lesley nervously replied.

Lesley's father then chuckles* "Ok then".

Lesley's father then leaves the houshold*

As soon as her parents left the gate. Lesley quickly ran into the household and went straight into the attic.

Lesley then practice his shooting accurancy with a silenced pistol. Lesley then gets bored at the pistol because it is too weak. She then went to her father's

weapon rack, and finds a rifle that is Infused with magic, before lesley could even touch the rifle a knock on the door was so light yet so loud. Lesley approached the door and opened it.

"Father! I thought you will be back 'till 6?" Lesley questioned*.

her father then replies...

"Well. Things were quite surprising out there buut..."

On her fathers hand was a baby boy.

"His name is Harley, and he is your brother" Her father explained *

Lesley then felt a burst of joy in her veins and works out the possible ways to teach her brother tricks.

"Harley... I shall protect you whatever happens"

Lesley whispered to herself*

*5 years later*

Lesley woke up in the middle of the night to find that the Guards of the Houshold have completely passed out and the bruises and wounds cant caused by a normal weapon, but a magical blade. Frightened by this incident at the moment Lesley tried to turn around she saw a shadow but when she turned around she saw nothing but darkness. Lesley called for help but no one answers. Lesley then feels a magical field lurking around the corner.

"Hmph, game's over... Gusion!" Lesley shouts.*

"Awww, but i was having so much fun!" chuckles*

"Why would you injure your own guards?" Lesley asks*

"Guards? hmph. I wouldnt even consider him a Pawn"

Gusion explained while being dissapointed at the guard*

"What will you do about him huh?" Lesley objects*

"He'll wake up soon, the blade manages to miss the vital parts but for now dont tell any one about this, because if you do, you and your brother will perish!"

Gusion threatened*

Lesley was terrified and did nothing but run. Gusion then lives on the household with having noone know what happened, even for the guard.

As days past by Lesley thought of teaching harley to become more accurate, to shoot bullets so fast not one can avoid it.

"Being accurate can lead to success, Harley"

Lesley whispered.

"Accuracy has two paths, sister"

Harley joyfully replied

"Oh? then what are those two paths hmm?"

"Well one is having a bullet so tiny hit a target can be fatal, the other is having a large amout of bullets yet so weak penetrates your body knowing one can be weak but still hit."

Harley explained

"I see... You dont have interests in guns do you, Harley?"

Lesley suddenly asks

Harley chuckles*

"You'll understand when the time comes"

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