This is fate I guess

Days passed, and Vyrtalis began to grow under his mother's guidance and love.

They lived in a dense forest, seemingly isolated from the rest of humanity. Vyrtalis never encountered any other humans besides himself and his mother in this secluded place.

And he didn't want to change it.

It was a peaceful life, and Vyrtalis enjoyed it. He wished for this tranquility to last forever, but as often happens, things don't go the way one desires.

'Knock knock'

"Could you check the door, Vyrtalis? I'm busy in the kitchen," his mom shouted from the kitchen.

"On it." shouted Vystalis as he went to the door to open it. 

As he did, he saw a cascade of vibrant hues, a woman adorned in resplendent garments emerged like a living tapestry. Her flowing attire, a symphony of rich blues and intricate patterns, swirled around her form like an ephemeral dance. 

The fabric, kissed by the hands of skilled artisans, draped elegantly, accentuating the grace with which she moved.

Crowning her visage was a cascade of cerulean locks, a mesmerizing waterfall of blue that framed her face in a heavenly embrace. The blue hair, vibrant and ethereal, seemed to capture the essence of the open sky on a cloudless day.

In her slender hand, she wielded a wand—a conduit to unseen realms and wielder of enchantments. The wand, crafted with precision and adorned with mystical symbols, emanated an aura of arcane potency. 

It was an extension of her magic, a key to unlocking the wonders woven into the fabric of the universe.

Her eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, a reflection of the secrets she held within. 

They held the depth of an endless ocean, reflecting the mysteries of both the cosmos and the soul. A quiet confidence radiated from her, a testament to the power she wielded and the knowledge she possessed.

As she moved with an effortless grace, the air seemed to ripple with a subtle energy, attuned to the mystical resonance she carried. 

Seeing her, Vyrtalis couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. At around 12 years old, encountering another human besides his mother, especially one so stunning, left him mesmerized.

"Who are you?" Vyrtalis asked, puzzled by the presence of another human in this secluded place.

The woman looked around inside his house, taking in as much as she could see. "I'm Jane, and I came here when I noticed this huge tree from afar. I didn't know there was a hut and people around here," she explained.

Hearing the melodious voice of the woman, Vyrtalis couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth towards her, as the way she spoke was very gentle.

It gave him a good impression of her. 

"Who is it, Vyrtalis?" asked his mom as she came to the door, wiping her hands with a piece of cloth.

Seeing the woman standing outside, she couldn't help but squint her eyes a little, a gesture that Vyrtalis noticed and found perplexing, as this woman seemed genuinely nice and gentle to him.

"Hello, I'm Jane. Is this your son? He's a good kid, keeping me at bay," said Jane, giving a light laugh. She could sense the disapproval in the expression of the woman who had come to the door.

"I'm not sure why you are here, and I know it might sound impolite, but can you leave, please?" His mom asked with a hint of reservation in her tone.

Vyrtalis had never heard such a tone from his mother before, and it surprised him. She was usually very mild, but now her voice carried a threatening tone that he had never witnessed.

Hearing the woman's request, Jane was a bit surprised. She was confident that she had done nothing to offend this lady, yet she was being asked to leave.

"It's okay; I'll leave. I just wanted to see who was living here, as I wasn't expecting any humans in this forest. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way," Jane said. She gave a light smile to Vyrtalis and then turned around to leave.

Seeing Jane leaving, Vyrtalis' mom calmed down significantly and said, "Close the door and come inside. We need to talk about something important."

Uncertain about what had transpired with his mother, Vyrtalis closed the door and went inside, sensing that his mother had something important to discuss.

Entering the room, Vyrtalis saw his mother sitting around a round table, with a lantern placed on it. Taking a seat, he waited for her to speak, unsure of what she wanted to discuss.

"You see, there are people in the world who are not ordinary. I'm one of them, and so was your father," his mother explained in a very calm tone.

Hearing this, Vyrtalis didn't show much of an expression, indicating his desire for his mother to continue.

Seeing that he didn't react much, she heaved a sigh of relief and continued, "You see, we are people that are born with cores, and we can harness different powers. You, on the other hand, do not possess any cores."

This time, she surely saw an expression of bewilderment, shock, and a mix of other emotions, but what truly surprised her was the expression of Vyrtalis coming to terms with this revelation.

"It's okay. I'm okay. So that woman also had a core? Please, continue," Vyrtalis requested, his soft tone tinged with palpable sadness.

Hearing him, his mother felt the pain of revealing to her son that he could never be what his father was, but this had to be done.

"Even if you are coreless, it's nothing big. You don't have to feel too much about it, especially as we are living here in the forest. You have me," she said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Seeing his mother trying her best to cheer him up, Vyrtalis didn't know how to feel about it. He had just been told that there exists a world with powers, and he could never be a bigshot in it.

'This is fate I guess.'