1 Prologue, Chapter 1

October 3, 627 A.R.

11:43 P.M.

Ambition. Dreams. Goals. They drive people forward and push them to overcome their limits and challenges. Yet what of those who lack such ideals? Wallowing in either contentment or mediocrity, I suppose it depends on ones perspective just like many other things in life.

I heave a sigh.

I really should get to sleep, exhaustion dampens ones senses and faculties. Dwelling in such topics hardly seems appropriate as well yet that seems to be all I'm capable of lately. Mother would hardly be pleased.

I turn over and try to relax my body for the umpteenth time tonight. Yet no matter how many times I adjust my positon and lull my awareness, sleep continues to avoid me. Holding in an annoyed breath I can feel my jaw clamp tightly as I get up from my bed.

The lights of my room flick on without prompting despite my distance. Then again Physical magic in a familiar space is hardly impressive, though Marcus would be quick to disagree with me.

Ignoring the familiar rush of information from the appearance of light I step over to a storage cabinet and flick open a drawer. A collection of medical supplies most would balk at are deftly neglected in favor for a green pouch. It's not like I have any injuries right now anyway. Rummaging through the pack I pick up the familiar feel anesthetics. Holding up the marble-like object I shatter it in my grip without hesitation. Immediately I notice the dimming of my sight and the weakening of my magic. Despite the anesthetic being a poison that only really affects a person's magic it doesn't really stop the body from being lethargic. As the residents of this damned Kingdom would always say, "Mind, body and soul are intrinsically linked". The subject of souls may be highly debated but the fact that a person's magic affects their body is undeniable.

Making sure that I can balance myself I return to my bed and turn off the lights. I notice that while I had felt the drain that the lights had not shut off. Of course. Picking up a marker off my end table I flick it towards the light switch. Clattering to the ground, I probably damaged it but at least the lights are off.

I clamber onto my bed and again try to force myself to sleep. I release steady breaths in an effort to calm myself. Insomnia has never been a problem I've had to deal with but it has been harder to sleep these past few months. Sometimes I'd think it would probably be easier to just end it all. It wouldn't be that hard really. Just a forceful application of magic in some spots and I'd never wake up again. What's stopping me anyway? Some people might be sad but- No.

Again I took a deep breath. Thinking like that doesn't do anyone any favors. Besides I promised her that I would do my best to find my own purpose. I might not have a goal or dream but that doesn't mean I have to give up. Distasteful as I find the world I'm not in a rush to let its gloom and despondent atmosphere get the better of me.

How pitiful. Clinging to life by trying to defy the world itself. Truly a once-in-a-lifetime genius I am.

Well it's not as if it matters anyway. I am depressed. Suicidal even. Maybe I'll get better, maybe tomorrow I'll see it fit to finally take my own life. People may hail me a genius and my Original Magic may allow me more knowledge than most but when it comes to many thing I'm just as clueless as any human. The only thing I can really do is step forward and see where life takes me.

With these thoughts I slowly drifted further and further until I was finally claimed by sleep.

SLAM!

F*%cking h%ll! WHAT THE F@*K!

"What the f-!" Whatever expletives I felt the need to express in that moment were promptly discarded in favor of cradling my throbbing head. My eyes noticeably burning from the bright sunlight assailing my room.

A few seconds pass and I finally notice the amused gaze of a dead idiot grinning at my suffering.

I decided to burn the fool.

"MY CLOTHES!"

"BURN!"

"STOP YOU IDIOT! YOU'LL BURN DOWN THE HOUSE!"