Lucas
22
2The 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. No one would ever speak to you as if you were a person with feelings. No one would ever treat you like a friend.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. he saw you as human. !!**STOLEN**!!
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