Prologue

His eyes were pure black with no reflection or light in them. It was like a deep dark abyss that had no end.

"Shiro," he whispered my name, his mouth just inches from my ear. I shivered from his hot breath on my skin.

"Just what the hell are you doing?" he suddenly yelled into my ear.

"Ah!!" I yelled in surprise, falling on my butt. "What the hell was that for?!"

He scoffed and folded his arms. "You were spacing out again. I'm here, seriously training you to become a good witch and you just space out?! Kid, that is unacceptable!"

I rolled my eyes as I stood up. "I wasn't spacing out," I mumbled, embarrassed.

"Really?" he asked, clearly not believing me. "Then why can't I sense any magic coming out from you right now? You're clearly not concentrating."

I grumbled and cursed at him but he simply ignored it and told me to focus once more. I sighed and listened to him. I then closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, focusing my mind on my center. My center, according to him, is the source of my magic.

So I focus. I dig deep inside me, inside the blackness in my mind. I reach out with my mind's hand and look for that same feeling.

That's when I feel it. It was warm and light. I grab it and gasp, my eyes opening wide.

I feel it everywhere.

***

Twelve years ago, the king of Volair kingdom destroyed my home and country, Myrae. Since then, we migrated to Ylea. But then he decided destroying my country wasn't enough so he set out to kill all remaining Myraeans. Ten years ago, he killed what was left of my family. Consequently, he destroyed my life. He took away everything I had except myself.

It was only through luck that I survived. If I hadn't been in the forest that day, I'd be dead by now.

But, thanks to him, now someone has the opportunity to kill him in the name of all Myraeans.

And that someone was me.

I used to hate magic. Volairians used magic and Myraeans didn't. But now it is my greatest weapon.

Watch out, King Faer. I'm coming for you.