Several weeks had passed since the day I opened my eyes in this new world, in these kind, yet unfamiliar hands. Roan and Elana, my adoptive parents, surrounded me with care, and with each passing day, I felt more and more that these people had not only saved me but had become the family I'd never had before.

Each day was filled with their simple but genuine attentions. Elana, as I'd come to realize, had a special bond with nature. She often tended to the plants in the garden, and it seemed that flowers literally came to life at her touch. Her movements were soft and caring, as if she spoke to the plants in a language I couldn't yet understand.

Roan, on the other hand, was like a sturdy oak—a man upon whom all worries seemed to slide off, yet his strength lay not only in his physical abilities but in the calmness that enveloped everyone around him. At times, almost playfully, he would show me simple combat techniques. Though I was in a child's body, old instincts stirred within me at these movements.

"In my past life, I knew mentors, but I didn't know care. Here, it feels like they want to teach me, without the need for perfection. It's... strange, but somehow comforting."

One evening, as the wind howled outside, Elana sat beside me by the fireplace, opened a small, ancient book, and began reading aloud. These were tales of great mages and ancient powers that had once imbued this world with unique mana. Her voice, warm and melodic, filled the silence like a gentle whisper, carrying a kind of energy close to nature itself.

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"Mother," I said suddenly, my voice hoarse from prolonged silence. "Is this... magic?"

Elana smiled and nodded.

"Yes, dear. Magic is not just a power. It's something that flows within and around us, like an invisible current. It's part of the world, and if you listen closely, you can hear its whisper."

I closed my eyes, trying to feel what she was talking about. At first, there was only the warmth from the fire, but then something else appeared—a faint, barely perceptible pulse, as if the world itself responded to my presence.

"This power feels different... It's not just a tool. Magic doesn't demand obedience; it lives and breathes with the world. Could I truly feel it?"

After that evening, I tried to focus on that feeling every day, sensing the faint flows of mana around me. Sometimes, when Elana and Roan were occupied, I would go out to the backyard to try to summon that feeling again. Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing, and the mana, as if responding to my call, would fill me with warmth.

One day, stepping onto the lawn, I gathered my thoughts and allowed the energy to guide my movements. I raised my hand and concentrated, and to my amazement, a light breeze, as if obeying my will, began to swirl around my palm.

This experiment gave me a feeling that was hard to put into words. I felt as if the world was responding to my movements, requiring no force from me—only a complete trust in my surroundings.

"This power... could it truly be a part of me? Could the secret of my new life be hidden in this silence?"

These simple yet thrilling experiments marked the beginning of my journey.