He walked back into his room to check if had forgotten anything. It was a small room, and all its contents were a bed, a cupboard, a mirror, a desk, and a small table near the bed. Nothing in it could imply the personality of the owner. Even though his family is wealthy, his father always bought him exactly what he needed and nothing more. He stared at the room as if it was the last time he would see it.

"Alexander!, You're going to be late," shouted a voice, "get down here, there's something I want to give you."

"I am coming Dad," replied Alex, regaining his senses.

The boy was young, not older than seventeen, with pitch black and shaggy hair, as well as even darker pupils. He possesed a lean figure and fair skin, slightly attractive but not exactly unique.

He hurried across a narrow corridor, down a flight stairs into the living room. His father, Richard Fairchild, was an old man in his fifties, but looked much younger; he was a handsome and thin man with dark black hair, decorated with streaks of silver. He could be considered tall, but he didn’t have dominating presence at all. He was the kind of person, that just by being in his presence, you would feel calm. As Alex reached him, he realized his father was holding a small wooden chest.

His father opened the box revealing a silver pendant in which the letter "F" was curved, surrounded by frost.

"Fairchild," thought Alex.

His father looked at him, his eyes full of sadness, not sorrow but concern. As if it pained him let his son leave, then sighed.

"This is a pendant I personally made, It is a magical instrument that helps the user control magic freely," said his father as he faintly smiled, signs of age appearing on his face,"Happy Birthday son."

Alex, who had completely forgotten about his Birthday even though it's always on the Ceremony day, simply smiled as he took the present from his father's hands, It felt heavy on his arm as he shoved it into his pocket. His father never used magic or taught him magic before, so Alex truly appreciated it.

"I will treasure it, See you soon Father," replied Alex as he passed his father and left the house, to reach the Ceremony on time.

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Richard Fairchild stood facing the door for a while, before he pulled a chair from a nearby table and sat on it. He stared at the empty wooden chest as the previously barely noticable sadness overtook him.

"It is time, I suppose." he muttered before he stood and walked toward the stairs.

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Alex gave the mansion a last look, then started walking toward the Ceremony hall.

The Annual Awakening Ceremony is a ceremony that every sixteen years old goes to, In order to awaken their magic attribute, though most people awaken or use magic at a younger age. There are many different elements of magic such as; wind, fire, water, earth, nature, and others. Some people, though rare, are able to use two or even three different elements. There are also geniuses who are able to use ancient elements, which are the strongest elements ever to exist. Although that isn't all there is to magic, the type of element is quite significant, as it measures one's potential. As such, someone who has the fire attribute could never best someone with the magma attribute, using the same spell.

This year, a Mage someone who mastered his element, came from Stella Cadens Magic Academy, the best magic academy in the continent, to attend the ceremony. This made people who already awakened come In hope of getting chosen as students there.

The Ceremony hall wasn't far from his house, but as he was already late, he hurried toward it.

Moments later, Alex was waiting in the hall for his name to be called. He never managed to use magic before, so he didn't have high hopes for the results; which is why he couldn't understand the reason of his worry.

"Alexander Fairchild, advance to the testing room," said a voice softly through speakers.

And Alex followed command.

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Author note: Stella Cadens is Latin for "Falling Star".

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