Sarah gazes at Ethan, amazed by how well-mannered and composed he is, even at the tender age of four. Memories of the day he was born flood her mind, recalling the crisp breezy air... As a baby, Ethan rarely cried or showed signs of distress. He had a serene presence, observing the world around him with curious, wide eyes.

Sarah remembers moments when other parents would recount tales of sleepless nights and inconsolable babies, but she could never relate. Ethan seemed to have an inner peace that kept him content.

She also recalls when Ethan, approached his father with a request for writing tool. She recalls the look of surprise on her husband's face as he shared the exorbitant cost of such seemingly ordinary items – an expense that equaled three months' worth of their family's expenses.

Ethan's innocent request revealed a glimpse into a world he had yet to fully comprehend. His father, puzzled by his son's knowledge of writing tools typically reserved for wealthy families. As his son told him back that he claimed to have caught a fleeting glimpse of the steward, an enigmatic figure of authority, during the inspecting in their village; clutching the written tool in his hands.

Travis: Why do you really need writing tools? You know we can always get you a short bow or a small knife.

Travis: And... You haven't even learned letters and numbers. How did you even need such things?

Ethan: Well, Dad… heh heh heh it... just looks so fascinating and fun!

Travis: While other boys your age might be dreaming of hunting or weapon tools... ha ha ha I never thought I'd hear my son getting excited about a writing tools.

Ethan: (Smiling)

Travis: Hmmmm how about I make a wooden plank for you, and you can carve letter onto it? It might not be as fancy as a writing tool….

Ethan: Ohh let's do it, Dad!... Let’s find the perfect wood tomorrow!

Travis, a skilled hunter known for his prowess in the village, had crossed paths with Sarah, now his beloved wife. Travis had led a life as a mercenary, honing his martial arts abilities to a respectable level. After his adventurous days as a mercenary, Travis decided to put down roots in this peaceful village. With some savings from his previous ventures, he managed to purchase a small plot of land. It was far from extravagant, but it was enough to call their own.

Sarah, Travis's wife, possessed a modest proficiency in the magic elemental of fire. While her magical abilities were not particularly powerful, they proved to be useful in their daily lives. However, mastering these skills wasn't anyone could achieve.

In this fantasy land, there were certain prerequisites for gaining magic abilities. When the individuals obtain magic abilities, he or she will experience a peculiar phenomenon. It began with a sudden fever that coursed through their veins, followed by a fleeting moment when their entire body glowed with an otherworldly radiance.

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However, it wasn't just the fever and luminosity that defined the chosen; but it was the critical aspect of survival. The symptoms could be perilous, pushing the body to its limits and potentially leading to fatal consequences. Only those with the resilience and inner strength to withstand the intense ordeal could emerge unscathed, unlocking the latent magic within their veins. The chosen person was considered both a blessing and a curse, as the potential for incredible power came with inherent risks.

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Dear Diary, 

One thing that strikes me as both surprising and intriguing is the simplicity of the lifestyle here. While on Earth we have advanced technologies and intricate systems, in this fantasy land, things are much more straightforward. 

My mom enlightened me about the enchanting magic. Here, individuals possess the ability to harness the extraordinary powers of the four elemental forces.

Seriously, just four elements? Soil, water, wind, and fire? I mean, don't get me wrong, they're cool. 

I can't help but wonder about the possibilities of other elements that I've read about in fantasy books. 

Yours in wonder and curiosity,  

Ethan 

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You know what? Instead of moping about what we don't have, maybe I should start exploring the possibilities. As my dad busily worked on cutting the wood, I approached him with a grinning look on his face.

Ethan: Can I have this...? (pointed towards the stack of wood)

I walked over to the shed, my eyes scanning the shelves and hooks.

Ethan: I found it!

Grabbing hold of the rope and carefully pulling it out. I inspected it, making sure it was in good condition and long enough for my plans. Satisfied, I tucked it under my arm and headed back. Spotting a sturdy tree with low-hanging branches, I grinned with excitement. I quickly tied one end of the rope securely around a thick branch, making sure it was tight and stable. With the other end of the rope in my hand, skillfully knotted it into a loop, creating a simple swing. I stepped back to admire his handiwork, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The swing was ready for action.

I took a step back, my heart racing with anticipation. With a leap of faith, I hopped onto the swing and gave myself a gentle push. As the swing soared back and forth through the air, a feeling of pure exhilaration washed over me. I couldn't help but smile, feeling the wind against my face and the thrill of freedom.

Novn: Hey, Ethan, what is this thing?

Ethan: Oh, this is a swing!

Eyka: Swing..?

Ethan: (Demo) You sit on it and then you can go back and forth...

Novn: Can I try it?

Ethan: Of course, go ahead! Just be careful when you sit on it and hold on tight.

Eyka: I want to go first!

Novn: I should get the first turn!

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Sarah: I wonder what it could be.

Sarah: (pointed to swing) Do you see that thing over there?

Travis: Let's go take a closer look...

Travis and Sarah made their way towards the children. Ethan noticed his parents approaching and greeted them with a wide grin. Travis and Sarah watch attentively about the swing. Once the swing was built, it quickly became a beloved spot in the village. The swing became a magnet for children and sometime they can see a few grown up would also try in on to feel the fun. Ah, a peaceful day is simply unmatched.