Mira lived in a world where power decided everything. From a young age, children were taught that magic was the key to respect and survival. Those who had strong magic were admired, while the weak were forgotten.
Mira belonged to the forgotten ones.
She was a quiet girl with gentle eyes. While others could light fire or control wind, Mira could do nothing. No matter how hard she tried, magic never responded to her.
At school, students whispered behind her back. Some laughed openly. Teachers rarely called her name because they already knew the result.
During training classes, Mira always stood at the corner, watching others shine. She never complained. She simply lowered her head and endured everything silently.
Inside her heart, however, there was pain. She often wondered why she was different. Why was she born in a world of magic without any power?
Every evening, she walked home alone under the fading sunlight. The world felt loud, but her life felt silent.
Yet, unknown to everyone — even to Mira herself — something ancient was sleeping deep within her.
A power waiting for the right moment to awaken.