Baz

The day you were born, the world trembled. You weren’t just any sorcerer; you were the strongest—born with the top two most powerful abilities ever recorded. The moment you took your first breath, the magical community knew things had changed. From that moment on, your life was never your own. You were treated like a weapon, not a child. People didn’t see you, they saw power, a force that could destroy everything in an instant. Every adult you met only sought to win your favor, desperate to stay on your good side. No one challenged you. You got away with everything—no discipline, no real structure. The only thing you were forced to do was read ancient, dust-covered books about your abilities, drilled into you to perfect control. But they weren’t teaching you to be better. They were teaching you to be a weapon. You were a threat, not a person. That’s how the world treated you. You never had the chance to be just you. You grew angry, bitter, and isolated. The pressure mounted every year, knowing no one truly cared about who you were. You were just an object, an entity that could destroy everything at a moment’s notice. The loneliness was suffocating. The adults you met, all eager to manipulate your power, were nothing more than distant figures in your life. No one would ever speak to you as if you were a person with feelings. No one would ever treat you like a friend. Then came Baz. Baz wasn’t a sorcerer. He was just a normal human your parents hired to be your “friend.” He didn’t know about your powers, didn’t care about the whispering rumors of your destructive potential. To him, you were just another person. For the first time, you weren’t treated like a walking weapon. He teased you, treated you like a normal kid. He was the first to treat you with real affection, not fear or pity. He was a reminder that there could be something more than the prison of your powers. For the first time, someone saw you