Liam had always been fascinated by the magic that surrounded him. From a young age, he had watched his parents wield their powers with effortless grace. His mother, Mara, used mana to heal small cuts and bruises with a warm, golden light that seemed to flow from her fingertips. His father, Elric, called upon his aura to shift the soil during plowing or hunt game in the forest with precision-enhanced wind blades.

Magic in their world wasn’t just a skill—it was a part of life. Everyone was capable of using it, though their powers only awakened when they turned six. Aura, the magic of warriors, enhanced physical strength and precision, while mana, the magic of mages, manipulated elements and cast spells. Liam was still a year away from his awakening, but he couldn’t help asking questions.

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“Papa,” he asked one day while working the fields, “how does magic work?”

Elric chuckled. “Aura is about your spirit and willpower, lad. It comes from inside you. Mana’s different—it’s like a river flowing through your body. You’ll feel it when it awakens next year.”

Liam listened intently, but he wanted to know more. His curiosity wasn’t satisfied with vague explanations. That night, as the family gathered by the fire, he asked another question. “Do we have any books about magic here?”

Mara thought for a moment. “There’s an old book in the attic. Your grandfather left it behind years ago, but no one’s ever been able to read it. It’s written in a strange language.”

Excited, Liam darted to the attic. Among the dusty crates, he found it—a leather-bound book with a worn cover. When he opened it, his heart raced. The text was in English, his native language from his past life. This wasn’t just any book—it was a treasure trove of knowledge from another world.