Lost in the pages of an ancient book, I found myself on a carriage headed towards the Duke's house for a marriage meeting. The uncomfortable ride made my rear end ache, but I persisted in murmuring the words of the ancient text. Suddenly, I noticed that the sky had grown ominously dark, although I knew it wouldn't grant me any superpowers.
Carefully draping a delicate lace gown, fit for royalty and adorned with intricate details, over my shoulders, I felt its ethereal beauty embrace me. The sunlight filtered through the carriage windows, causing the dress to shimmer as it gracefully cascaded down, creating a mesmerizing silhouette against my body.
While I hadn't yet acquired any mystical powers, I sensed progress in my recent training. After each session with the ancient book, a flickering light would dance inside my mind, accompanied by a wavering vision. It seemed as though magic or an aura was starting to affect me. Today's training had been particularly meaningful, deepening my connection with nature as I passed through the forest.
Despite the mental strain of reading and transcribing the ancient text, it felt as if my mind was being sharpened against a sturdy tree trunk, purging distractions and awakening my dormant powers. It was a logical and purposeful training regimen. However, my vision now blurred, almost as if I had a cerebral concussion.
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Descending from the forest with an ethereal grace, as if I were floating through the air, I suddenly noticed shimmering lights swaying in the distance. They appeared numerous and enigmatic, as if beckoning me towards them.
"C-, Could this be... magic?" I wondered, excitement coursing through me.
The lights approached with incredible speed, confirming my suspicions. It was magic! Finally, I had discovered a mystical power!
But before I could fully revel in this realization, the knights guarding me shouted, their voices filled with urgency.
"Protect the princess!" or "Ambush!" I couldn't quite discern. In the blink of an eye, arrows ablaze with fire descended from the sky towards me.
Oh crap!
Bandits? No...
Fear and helplessness consumed me as I realized I had no means to defend myself. Sitting there, I cursed my brother for being so afraid of me, despite my rejection of the throne.
I perceive the scent of smoke lingering in the air, seemingly present everywhere around me. A sharp pain pierces one of my eyes, as if it were ensnared by an arrow. Simultaneously, my body is engulfed in a burning sensation. In this wretched state, I find myself seated, resigned to await an imminent demise, inflicted upon me by a volley of arrows. It fills me with deep shame, for I was once destined to rise as an overlord. The floor beneath me is stained with my restless blood, while flames voraciously consume my being.
In that final moment, I yearned for my dormant magic to save me, but it remained elusive and unattainable.