Chapter 1

He was born in a world where magic was everything. A world where people could manipulate the elements, summon creatures, and cast spells. A world where the strong ruled and the weak perished.

He was also born with a rare gift. A gift that made him the target of envy, fear, and hatred. A gift that gave him the potential to become the greatest mage in history.

He was born with the **Soul of Magic**.

The Soul of Magic was a unique trait that allowed him to absorb and use any kind of magic without limit. He could learn any spell, master any element, and create any effect. He was a living miracle, a prodigy of magic.

But he was also a living curse, a threat to the balance of the world.

His parents knew this, and they feared for his life. They knew that if anyone discovered his secret, he would be hunted down, experimented on, or killed. They knew that he had to hide his power, and live a normal life.

So they fled from their home, and took refuge in a remote cave. There, they raised him with love and care, teaching him the basics of magic and life. They also taught him how to conceal his true nature, and warned him never to reveal it to anyone.

His mother was especially protective of him. She was a former assassin, who had abandoned her profession after meeting his father. She had also inherited a rare weapon from her family: a **scythe**. A scythe was a weapon that could channel magic through its blade, and amplify its power. It was also a weapon that required great skill and strength to wield.

She decided to train him in the ways of the scythe, hoping that it would help him defend himself if he ever faced danger. She taught him how to swing, slash, and stab with the scythe, how to use it as an extension of his body and magic. She also taught him how to infuse his scythe with different elements, such as fire, ice, wind, and lightning.

He loved his mother, and he loved learning from her. He admired her grace and power, her courage and wisdom. He wanted to be like her, to make her proud.

He also loved his father, who was a gentle and kind man. He was a former scholar, who had devoted his life to studying magic and its secrets. He had a vast knowledge of magic theory, history, and lore. He taught him how to read and write, how to analyze and understand magic, how to use logic and reason.

He respected his father, and he enjoyed listening to him. He marveled at his intelligence and curiosity, his patience and humor. He wanted to be like him, to make him happy.

He lived a simple but happy life with his parents in the cave. He had no friends or peers, but he had no need for them. He had everything he wanted in his family.

But he also had a dream.

A dream of seeing the outside world.

A dream of exploring its wonders and mysteries.

A dream of meeting new people and making friends.

A dream of attending an academy.

An academy was a place where young mages could learn advanced magic and skills from experienced teachers. It was also a place where they could interact with other mages of their age, form bonds and rivalries, compete and cooperate.

He had heard stories about academies from his father, who had attended one in his youth. He had seen pictures of academies in books that his father had brought from the outside world. He had imagined himself in an academy many times in his mind.

He wanted to go to an academy more than anything else.

But he knew that it was impossible.

He knew that he could never leave the cave.

He knew that he could never expose his power.

He knew that he could never fulfill his dream.

Or so he thought.

Until one day, when everything changed.