Amestricy

  The city of Amestricy, located in the heart of the kingdom of Val?nia, exuded a simple and welcoming charm. Its streets, paved with timeworn stones, seemed to whisper stories of past generations. The wooden and stone houses, with a rustic quality that withstood the ages, housed a vibrant community. In the central market, the buzz of merchants, the aroma of spices and fresh bread, and the rhythmic sound of hammers echoed in an almost hypnotic harmony. Amestricy was a portrait of constancy, where the days seemed to follow the same rhythm, yet hid secrets and dreams behind every corner.

  Among the simple lives of the city, Hitory, a 16-year-old boy, stood out, though in a subtle way. Son of a retired warrior and a legendary sorceress, his lineage was a rare mix of talent and mystery. Despite this, he was seen as just another regular kid by most of the townspeople, with few suspecting the potential he himself was still trying to understand.

  Hitory

  Hitory didn’t impress at first glance. Standing at 5’9” (1.74m), his average height and lean figure were as common as the daily flow of Amestricy. His dark hair, always messy, reflected a disinterest in vanity, but his dark green eyes were a different story. Deep and enigmatic, they conveyed an unexpected firmness, as if hiding truths even he didn’t know. Hitory bore a “scar on his chest,” the origin of which remained a mystery even to his father. When asked, he would always respond with a forced smile and words that barely clarified anything:

  — “You really don’t remember how it happened?” — “No, Dad. And honestly, it doesn’t matter right now.”

  Despite his carefree tone, it was evident that the scar affected him deeply, like a reminder of something he couldn’t control.

  Zelia

  Zelia, Hitory’s mother, was an almost mythical figure in Amestricy. Renowned for her ability to manipulate the elements with unmatched grace and power, she was an inspiration to many. For Hitory, however, she was a loving mother who always encouraged him to push his limits. When it became clear that he didn’t have mana—an anomaly in a world where magic was second nature—Zelia never allowed that to define him.

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  — “Magic isn’t everything, Hitory. You can be so much more than they think.”

  These words comforted and motivated him, giving him the strength to face the barriers that arose in his path.

  With Zelia’s death during a war, an irreplaceable void settled in his life. She was not only his mother but also his mentor and source of inspiration. Without her, Hitory tried to fill the gap left by her absence, diving into his studies, dedicating himself to manual labor, and nurturing dreams that seemed far off. The memory of Zelia and her words of encouragement became the flame that lit Hitory’s path, even in the darkest moments.

  Dwalgik

  Dwalgik, Hitory’s father, was a man of few words and an imposing presence. A former warrior, he now dedicated his days to the repair workshop, where he fixed swords and artifacts with the precision of a craftsman. Despite his serious demeanor, he imparted valuable lessons to his son.

  In the workshop, Hitory developed a natural affinity for tools, absorbing what his father taught. But Dwalgik always made sure to emphasize something deeper:

  — “A weapon is just a tool, Hitory. What matters is who wields it.”

  These words echoed in him, fueling a quiet desire to find his place in the world, even without magic.

  Dreams

  Hitory found peace on a hill on the outskirts of the city, where a solitary oak stood like a silent guardian. Beneath its shade, he spent hours lost in old books about magic, trying to decipher what, to him, were only unattainable theories. Under the moonlight, he drew magical circles on the ground, as if the act could bring him closer to the world he so admired.

  When he tried to enter the magic school, harsh reality set in. His lack of mana made him the target of mockery and rejection, but it didn’t break his determination. He promised himself that, somehow, he would find a way to prove his worth.

  Reflections

  On quiet nights, sitting under the oak tree, Hitory gazed at the stars and lost himself in thoughts. One question constantly hovered in his mind:

  — “Who am I?”

  The doubt followed him like a shadow, but in his heart, he felt that the answer was closer than it seemed. The stars, like silent witnesses, seemed to whisper that his journey had barely begun.

  When the day ended, he returned home with slow steps, as the scar on his chest seemed to pulse in his mind. The city slept under the pale moonlight, and Hitory knew that Amestricy was too small to hold his dreams. But for now, it was the only place he could call home.

  End of EP 1: "Who Are You?"