In the serene garden, Tanisha and Barfi were engrossed in playing after completing their lessons with Emma for the day. when suddenly a dog came running at them. Tanisha was scared, but she knew she had to protect her brother. She tried to run in front of him, but her legs were stuck to the ground. She was frozen with fear..

The dog was getting closer and closer. Tanisha could see its sharp teeth and angry eyes. She knew she had to do something, or Barfi would be hurt. Yet, her legs betrayed her, rooted to the ground like an ancient tree. Paralyzed by fear, her every fiber screamed for her to move, but she remained imprisoned in her own terror-stricken body

Summoning every ounce of her courage, Tanisha attempted to conjure her innate power of air magic. But to her bewilderment, her powers faltered, leaving her gasping for air herself. She could not understand why her abilities had abandoned her in this moment of dire need.

In a panic, Tanisha turned and fled, leaving Barfi vulnerable and defenseless. As she sprinted away, her heart grew heavy with guilt and shame. How could she abandon her little brother? Thoughts of self-loathing swirled within her as she ran, feeling the sting of tears against her cheeks.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tanisha mustered the strength to slow her pace and cautiously approach the spot where Barfi had stood. Trembling legs carried her closer, anticipation mingling with dread in her trembling heart. What she saw before her eyes left her breathless—a sight both miraculous and macabre.

There stood Barfi, motionless as a statue, with the lifeless, headless body of the once-menacing dog sprawled at his feet. A mix of relief and confusion washed over Tanisha, and she mustered the strength to ask, "How are you, Barfi?"

With unwavering composure, Barfi replied, "I'm good."

Curiosity gnawed at Tanisha's soul, and she inquired, "What happened to the dog?"

Barfi replied, "Someone in a dark dress cut the dog's head off with a sword."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Tanisha whispered a heartfelt, "Thank God."

Innocently unaware of the turmoil that had engulfed his sister, Barfi innocently asked the question that shattered Tanisha's fragile facade. "Why did you run?"

Those words pierced her soul like a thousand daggers. Overwhelmed by the weight of her fear and regret, Tanisha's voice cracked as she revealed her deepest truth. "I... ran... because..." Her words dissolved into anguished sobs, her cries echoing through the garden, the embodiment of her shattered bravery.

Perplexed by Tanisha's raw display of emotions, Barfi stood there, unable to grasp the depths of her torment and the sacrifice she had made for him. The garden remained silent, bearing witness to the profound bond between two siblings, forever altered by a moment of harrowing fear.

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With a newfound resolve burning in her eyes, Tanisha made a solemn vow to herself never to flee from danger again. Tears streamed down her face as she mustered the strength to walk, hand in hand with Barfi, towards her mother's room. Nervously, she knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the silent hallway. As the door creaked open, revealing her mother, Emily, Tanisha's heart leaped with a mixture of relief and desperation.

Without a moment's hesitation, Tanisha rushed into Emily's embrace, clinging to her tightly as if her life depended on it. Barfi, mirroring his sister's emotions, followed suit, wrapping his small arms around Emily's waist. Puzzled by their profound reaction, Emily gently inquired, "What happened, my darlings?"

Through her trembling voice and tear-streaked face, Tanisha recounted the heart-stopping encounter with the ferocious dog. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Emily reassured her children, her voice a soothing balm to their wounded souls. "It's alright, my dear ones. Forget this ever happend."

As the words settled in Tanisha's heart, a sense of relief washed over her. The burden she had carried since that dreadful encounter seemed to lighten, if only slightly. Emily's gentle words began to mend the fragments of her shattered bravery. Yet, unbeknownst to the children, Emily harbored a secret understanding—a realization that this was more than a simple dog attack.

Behind her comforting facade, Emily knew that this incident was orchestrated by the Queen herself, a twisted ploy to hasten Barfi's mastery of magic. The Queen's message was clear: danger lurked in the shadows, and both children would be targeted. Emily had long suspected the presence of spies, but with Barfi's emerging talent, she knows despite her own reservations she must accept barfi to learn magic”

As the two children bid their farewells and left the room, Emily's gaze lingered on their retreating forms. Her motherly instincts fused with an unwavering determination. The stage was for the sake of her beloved children, she would embrace the uncharted territories of the dirty world along with Neha.

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As the sun peered through the curtains, Barfi rose from his slumber, his mind devoid of any flicker of emotion. Like every morning, he communicated silently with Neha, uttering a simple "good morning" in his mind and receiving the customary response. Stepping out of his room, Barfi embarked on his daily quest to locate his sister, Tanisha, devoid of any sense of urgency or concern.

Stepping out of his room, Barfi's eyes searched the familiar corners of his home, seeking his sister Tanisha. But she was nowhere to be found. He slowly made his way towards the study room, where his classes awaited. Yet, even there, his sister's presence eluded him.

Observing Barfi's puzzled expression, Emma, offered an explanation. "Tanisha went outside to study sword lessons," she revealed.

Barfi's impassive gaze met Emma's, devoid of any hint of curiosity or longing. In response to Emma's, he stoically declared “ I want learn swordfight as well”

Emma smiled kindly, agreeing to his request but reminding him that mastery of magic must come first. She began unraveling the intricacies of manipulating mana, the very essence of magical power. Emma instructed Barfi to meditate, to immerse himself in silence, and to open himself to the presence of mana. She explained that it might take years, even for children as young as five, to truly perceive its ethereal energy.

Undeterred, Barfi closed his eyes as Emma instructed and claimed he could feel the mana. Emma, knowing his mischievous nature, suspected a prank. She said that one could test the presence of another's mana by infusing it into their body. With a mixture of disbelief and curiosity, Emma allowed her own mana to flow into Barfi's being.

What happened next defied all reason and logic. Emma questioned her sanity, as she believed herself to be intoxictaed from the previous night. She attempted the test once more, hoping for a different outcome. Yet, there was no denying the undeniable truth before her eyes. Barfi, the young boy who hadn't even meditated for a single second, had surpassed her in magical prowess. He had reached the illustrious fourth stage of the magic circles—a feat that had taken Emma twenty years of diligent practice.

Emma's world teetered on the edge of disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend the unfathomable reality before her. Barfi's seemingly instantaneous rise to the fourth stage of the magic circles defied all logic and expectation.

She finally understand how unfair talent is in the life