The library

Ray's footsteps echoed through the grand hallway as he approached the library, a sense of familiarity washing over him. His memories guided him, leading him to a door adorned with intricate carvings of ancient runes. He pushed the door open, and a warm light spilled out, inviting him into the vast chamber.

As he stepped inside, Ray's eyes widened in awe, his mind reeling from the sheer scale of the library. Towering shelves stretched towards the ceiling, their surfaces lined with books of every shape and size. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and leather bindings, a fragrance that transported him back to a time long past.

Ray's gaze roamed the room, taking in the extravagance that surrounded him. He sighed, a mix of wonder and frustration welling up within him. This was a world of magic, where the impossible was possible, and yet, he was trapped in a body that seemed devoid of that very gift.

Determined to learn more, Ray made his way through the rows of shelves, his fingers trailing over the spines of the books. He searched for tomes that would reveal the secrets of this world, its history, and the magic that governed it. His eyes scanned the titles, stopping at those that seemed most promising.

As he delved into the books, Ray discovered the rich history of the world, a tale of ancient civilizations, mighty empires, and the evolution of magic. He learned of his family's role in shaping this world, their legacy a testament to their power and wisdom. The Silvermists had been instrumental in harnessing magic, their innovations and discoveries paving the way for generations to come.

But it was the nature of magic itself that fascinated Ray most. He learned that magic stemmed from one's soul, a manifestation of the energy that resided within every living being. This knowledge brought a realization to him, a spark of hope that ignited within his chest. Since his soul was new in this body, would this body have new magical powers? Or would his soul be crippled too, unable to access the magic that lay dormant within?

To answer this question, Ray sought out books on magic, tomes that would reveal the secrets of harnessing this power. He pored over the pages, devouring the knowledge that lay within. The words spoke of incantations, rituals, and the delicate balance between Mana and the soul.

As he read, Ray's mind raced with the possibilities. He wanted to try it, to see if he could tap into the magic that lay within him. The thrill of the unknown drove him forward, a sense of adventure that he had not felt in years.

With a newfound purpose, Ray closed the books and rose from his seat, his eyes scanning the room for a place to practice. The library, with its ancient tomes and whispered secrets, seemed the perfect sanctuary for his journey into the world of magic.

It wasn't until Ray's eyes wandered away from the pages, his gaze drifting towards the window, that he realized the significant lapse of time. The sight of the sun's descent, the sky's warm glow, and the long shadows cast across the grounds all served as a gentle reminder that the day had worn on, and the afternoon had arrived. Unbeknownst to Ray, his immersion in the world of magic had consumed the entire morning, leaving him enchanted, yet unaware of the hours that had slipped away.

When Ray turned around he saw a figure sitting on a chair across his....