Year 491 new clover callender – Windrow Town, Clover Kingdom
// (In canon it was not specified so I took the liberty to create a callender with the first wizard king slaying the demon as the start of a new year 001 of new clover. Hope you like it!!!)//
Year 491 of the Clover Calendar. In the quiet region in the Commoner Realm lies a crossroads town called Windrow—a lively trade hub surrounded by over twenty villages. Normally peaceful, Windrow today is packed with noise, excitement, and magic.
Today is the Annual Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony.
Every year, children who have turned fifteen gather here from all nearby villages to receive the tool that will shape their fate—their grimoire.
Carriages rolled in. Villagers marched in groups. Some came walking miles from villages. Cloaks fluttered in the breeze. Excited chatter filled the air.
For many, this day marked the beginning of a new life—dreams of knighthood, magic mastery, or adventure.
A massive stone tower stood tall in the center of town—the Windrow Grimoire Tower, ancient and filled with rows upon rows of books. Inside, the walls spiraled endlessly upward, shelves of grimoires stretching beyond sight. Light magic crystals embedded into the walls illuminated the grand hall, bathing it in a warm mystical glow.
More than three hundred hopeful teenagers stood shoulder to shoulder, staring breathlessly at the towering platform in front of them.
At the top stood an elderly mage with white hair slicked back, dressed in a long burgundy robe—The Tower Mage his voice echoed through the hall with surprising strength.
"Welcome, children of the Clover Kingdom! Today marks your first step into the world of magic!" he declared, raising his hands dramatically. "A grimoire does not define your worth—but it reveals your path! No matter your birth, no matter your village—today, you are all equal candidates for greatness!"
The hall erupted in cheers and claps. Nervous whispers and excited gasps followed.
The old tower mage continued, smiling proudly.
"May you each receive a grimoire that matches the magic within your soul—and may you walk a path of your dreams! Let the ceremony begin!"
He placed both hands on a silver stone altar. Magic surged outward—a pillar of light exploded upward inside the tower. The shelves trembled. Grimoires awakened.
Books floated from the walls, glowing with dazzling colors—emerald green, sapphire blue, bright crimson, golden yellow, earthy brown, ivory white. Magic attributes swirled in the air like sparks from a spell.
The crowd held their breath.
Then—grimoires began descending.
One by one, they chose their owners.
A cheerful boy shouted as a green-covered grimoire floated to him.
"Yeah! Wind magic!"
A girl clapped excitedly.
"Water magic! I can be a healer!"
Another boy cried.
"Ugh! Thread magic?! That's so lame!"
Laughter echoed.
"Mine is scissor magic! What is yours?" a girl asked her friend.
"Cat magic? I like cats but what is cat magic" a girl exclaimed.
The room filled with celebration, teasing, and awe. Grimoires continued to find their owners—large, small, colourful with different thickness—each one unique.
But then—
A shout tore through the hall like a lightning strike.
"HUH?! WHAT?? THIS COUNTS AS A GRIMOIRE?!"
The entire hall went silent.
Hundreds of heads turned toward the voice in shock.
Standing among the crowd was a boy—slightly taller than average, black hair naturally messy, sharp blue eyes, and a lean but athletic build.
But no one was staring at his handsome face.They were staring at what floated in front of him.
Not a book. Not even a thin grimoire.
Just a single sheet of paper.
A pristine, blank, glowing white paper.
No cover. No pages. No clover insignia. Nothing.
It hovered in front of him, surrounded by faint grey light—as if it didn't even belong in this world.
The boy stared at it, veins popping on his forehead in disbelief.
"THIS ISN'T EVEN A BOOK!! IT'S JUST A PIECE OF PAPER!!!"
Murmurs exploded around him like wildfire.
"Is that… really a grimoire?"
"That's impossible! Grimoires are books!"
"Did the tower malfunction?!"
"What kind of magic does a blank paper even have?!"
"Hahahaha!! What not a even a whole grimoire." Two boys clearly twins mocked the boy in perfect tune with eachother at the boy.
The tower mage, Eldric, stared down from the platform—speechless for the first time in years.
The boy continued shouting, furious and confused.
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS?! WRITE NOTES?! WIPE MY FACE WITH IT?! THIS IS A SCAM!!"
His voice echoed off the walls of the tower.
MY name is Lance a commoner living in the Commoner realm from bronzefeild village and why is my grimoire a page that's a long story.