Chapter 1: I’m sorry, but could you please repeat that again?!

"I'm sorry, but you have no affinity with magic, at all."

This boy was Raven Whiteheart, a young noble from a family of prodigious magicians who had a legacy of geniuses. They helped the sick and the poor, and their ancestor, Akio Whiteheart, was one of the most prominent heroes of old.

Raven was a short and scrawny boy, with little to no muscle, and, like his name suggested, raven black hair that looked like someone had caused an explosion. His eyes were a emerald colour, and his skin was extremely pale.

To have no magic in the Whiteheart family was…unheard of.

Everyone turned to look at the boy, and he began to sweat profusely.

"Excuse me," he spoke, his throat dry, "could you please repeat that?"

The man cleared his throat. "I said, you are worse than the lowest of the low, the F rank scum. Even they have somewhat an affinity for magic. However, you, you have none. At all."

The entire hall went quiet at that.

A rank was basically your worth in this world. And an F rank was the lowest you could get….or supposed to be, anyway.

The boy stood up, and hurried out of the hall. Well, hopefully this would blow over, he thought. Hopefully.

He quickly reached home- and, upon opening the door, he was bombarded with questions from his family.

"No magic- is this true?!"

"Erm-"

"No son of mine is a failure!"

"C'mon, you gotta tell us!"

Just as he was beginning to formulate a set of lies to tell, the door was slammed open, and his saviour entered the room.

His mother.

"Now, now, children. Let's leave your brother alone, he must be tired."

He was lead out of the room.

"So? Is it really true, you have no magic whatsoever?"

The boy hung his head with a small gulp.

"Yes, Mother," He replied, no more lies escaping him.

"It is."