Academy 47 shimmered brightly under the warm morning sun, perched precariously atop a steep cliff overlooking the vast and mystical magical lands below. Its towering silver spires and ancient enchanted walls stood proudly, welcoming the heirs of great and powerful bloodlines. All were destined for greatness, honor, and glory.
All but one.
Yohan, a quiet and unassuming seventeen-year-old, was the glaring exception.
He had no magic.
No power flowed through his veins.
No energy, no light, nothing at all.
Just a tired, hollow gaze, a thin and fragile body, and a constant, unbroken silence.
He was viewed as a failure, a strange anomaly in a world where magic defined worth.
Worse — a disgrace.
Every single day, without fail, he endured cruel mockery, relentless humiliation, and harsh beatings.
Three students, in particular, tormented him without mercy: Fyrona, the cold and calculating icy strategist; Belzar, brutal, prideful, and domineering; and Rekzar, the silent and sadistic shadow.
Together, they ruled the Academy like ruthless tyrants, instilling fear and pain.
Fyrona sneered: “You’re worthless.”
Belzar spat harshly: “You don’t even belong here.”
Rekzar whispered coldly: “A bug like you should never have been born.”
The others either laughed cruelly or looked away, unwilling to intervene.
Even Mardek, the stern and indifferent headmaster, remained silent and unmoved.
To him, Yohan was just one extra number in the endless registry — nothing more.
That evening, beneath the rising, silvery moon, Yohan walked back alone through the shadowed halls.
He took a secluded and narrow hallway, hoping to avoid the harsh gazes and whispered insults of others.
But the three merciless tyrants were already waiting.
They surrounded him silently.
No words this time.
Just cold fists.
Powerful spells.
And muted, cruel laughter.
Yohan didn’t scream.
He bore it all silently.
Until everything around him went dark.
He collapsed to the cold, hard floor.
His heartbeat slowed steadily.
The cold crept painfully into his very bones.
His vision blurred, faded, then completely disappeared.
Darkness wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud.
But then, suddenly, a strange and mysterious light pierced the heavy silence.
Mysterious Voice: “You have suffered deeply. You have known unbearable loneliness.
Do you want a second chance?”
Yohan (thinking): Yes.
And in that moment, everything changed.
An ancient, glowing circle formed beneath his broken body.
Mysterious symbols swirled wildly around him, spinning with raw power.
A fierce and unknown energy surged violently through his veins.
He screamed in agony.
His soul was ripped apart — then carefully stitched back together.
He opened his eyes.
He found himself lying in a silent, sacred forest.
The air was thick, heavy — almost sacred, filled with quiet power.
He slowly pushed himself up to stand.
His hands looked different, stronger.
His arms were more powerful.
His gaze was sharper, piercing.
His hair floated gently, as if moved by some invisible, supernatural force.
He did not understand what had just happened to him.
But one thing was clear and undeniable:
Something deep inside him had awakened.
Nearby lay a black coat, waiting.
He put it on with steady hands, his eyes cold and determined.
He no longer felt fear.
He no longer trembled.
He no longer felt pain.
Nor did he feel fear.
Not even anger.
Just... an overwhelming and profound calm.
He began walking back to the Academy on foot — slow, steady, unhurried.
When he passed through the massive iron gates, no one recognized the changed boy.
He walked silently into the vast courtyard.
And he sat down.
Without uttering a single word.
Those who had scorned and despised him had no idea that one day, far in the future, they would regret everything.
But that day was coming soon.
Night slowly fell over the ancient Academy walls.
The stars shone peacefully above, unaware of the great fate about to change forever.
A fate tied to a forgotten, silent boy.
A boy who, without magic just yesterday, would soon become the shadow that all would fear tomorrow.
The silence was deceiving.
The winds already carried his name across the lands.
But no one was listening yet.
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