Mia sat at the polished oak dinner table, picking at the roast chicken and vegetables on her plate. Across from her, her parents engaged in lively conversation, their faces alight with newfound interest in their daughter's life. Over the past weeks, they had made a concerted effort to be more present, rearranging their busy schedules to spend quality time with Mia.

While Mia appreciated their renewed attention, a part of her couldn't help but feel it was too little, too late. For years, she had craved their involvement, only to be met with distracted nods and half-hearted promises. Now that she was on the cusp of adulthood, their sudden attentiveness felt like a bandage on a wound long since scarred over.

Still, Mia tried to engage in the dinnertime chatter, offering small smiles and nods at appropriate moments. Her mother, Emma, turned to her with a warm grin, her perfectly coiffed hair not budging an inch.

"Mia dear, your father and I were just discussing what a lovely girl that Lily Song is," Emma said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "We're so pleased you've befriended her. She seems like such a positive influence."

Mia nearly choked on a piece of chicken, coughing to clear her throat. If only her mother knew the truth about Lily's identity. She couldn't help but find a twisted sort of irony in her parents' approval of the very person they had disapproved of mere weeks ago.

Adam, Mia's father, nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed in thought. "I must say, I'm relieved that James boy is no longer hanging around," he remarked, his tone laced with paternal protectiveness. "He always struck me as a bit of a troublemaker. Not the sort of influence our daughter needs."

Mia bit back a scoff, remembering how her father had barely acknowledged James' existence before. It was typical of him to suddenly take an interest now that the boy was supposedly out of the picture.

"James moved to the US," Mia explained, trying to keep her voice neutral. "Had an opportunity there he couldn't pass up."

Adam harrumphed, spearing a carrot with his fork. "Good riddance, I say. Clearly, he didn't have the conviction to stay and make something of himself here. You're better off without that kind of negativity in your life, Mia."

Mia could only manage a wry smile, the irony of the situation threatening to bubble over into laughter. If her father only knew that the "negative influence" he so despised was now the very girl he praised. The urge to reveal the truth danced on the tip of her tongue, but Mia swallowed it back. James' secret was not hers to tell.

Emma reached across the table, gently patting Mia's hand. "Sweetheart, your father and I also wanted to apologize for our reaction to your...announcement about wanting to become a hero." She glanced at Adam, who nodded encouragingly. "We may have been too harsh in the moment. But please understand, we only want what's best for you."

Mia's eyebrows rose in surprise. This was the last thing she had expected to hear from her status-obsessed parents. She remained silent, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Adam cleared his throat, setting down his utensils. "If becoming a hero is truly your passion, we will support you," he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "But only if you can prove you have the capability to handle such a dangerous profession. Your mother and I worry, Mia. We need to know you can protect yourself out there."

Emma nodded, her expression earnest. "Your father's right, dear. If you can demonstrate a power level of at least 8-C, we'll stand behind your decision. But please, don't rush into this. Take the time to develop your abilities properly."

Mia sat back in her chair, stunned by her parents' change of heart. A part of her bristled at their conditions, feeling they were still trying to control her life. Yet, she couldn't deny the logic in their words. Becoming a hero was not a choice to be made lightly.

"I understand," Mia said at last, meeting her parents' gazes. "And you're right, my declaration before was impulsive. I let my emotions get the better of me." She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "But I still intend to develop my powers, to see how far I can push myself. Whether I become a hero or not."

To Mia's surprise, her father smiled, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "That's my girl," he said warmly. "Chase your potential but do it smartly. Your mother and I will be here to support you, whatever you decide."

As the conversation turned to lighter topics, Mia couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. For the first time in years, she felt a tentative connection with her parents, a sense that they were finally seeing her as an individual rather than an accessory.

And through it all, her thoughts kept returning to James, no, to Lilia now. Though her appearance had changed, Mia knew that inside, she was still the same person who had captured her heart. The realization brought a soft smile to Mia's lips.

The rest of the meal passed pleasantly, with laughter and easy conversation filling the dining room. For the first time in a long time, Mia felt a flicker of warmth toward her parents, a tentative hope that things could be different between them.

The clash of steel echoed through the training hall as Nathan grunted while he parried his uncle's blade. Sweat beaded on his brow, his muscles burning with exertion as he pushed himself to keep up with Viktor's relentless assault. The older man's movements were fluid and precise, a testament to his decades of experience.

"Keep your guard up, boy!" Viktor barked, his sword flashing in a dizzying pattern. "You're leaving your left side open."

Nathan adjusted his stance, cursing under his breath. He had been training with his uncle for years, but the man's keen eye never missed a flaw in his form. Still, Nathan relished the challenge, determined to prove himself a worthy student.

As they continued to spar, Viktor's lips quirked into a sly grin. "I must say, nephew, you've been improving remarkably fast lately," he remarked, his blade never slowing. "Could it be that new girl, Lily, has lit a fire under you?"

Nathan stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. He quickly regained his footing, parrying Viktor's next strike with a grunt. "What do you mean?" he asked, feigning nonchalance.

Viktor chuckled, pressing his advantage. "Oh, don't play coy with me, boy. I've seen the way you push yourself harder when she's around. Afraid she'll surpass you?"

Nathan scowled, redoubling his efforts. He had to admit, there was a kernel of truth to his uncle's words. Ever since Lilia had joined their classes, he had felt a renewed sense of motivation. Her natural talent and swift progress were both inspiring and intimidating.

"Maybe a little," Nathan conceded, his breath coming in short bursts. "I mean, yeah, it stings to think she might overtake me. But she's my friend, you know? It'd be pretty weak of me to resent her for being good."

Viktor nodded approvingly, his blade never ceasing its deadly dance. "Spoken like a true swordsman," he praised. "Embracing your rival's strength, using it to push yourself further. That's the mark of a mature warrior."

He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "Though between you and me, I've never seen anyone pick up the craft quite as quickly as Lily. Girl's got a gift, no doubt about it."

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Nathan felt a swell of pride at his uncle's words, mixed with a twinge of envy. He had always been the star pupil, the one Viktor held up as an example to the other students. But now, it seemed Lilia was poised to claim that title.

Sensing his nephew's inner turmoil, Viktor pressed on, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I certainly wouldn't mind if you two started dating," he teased, his blade darting in for a quick jab. "Imagine the kind of swordplay you could get up to together, eh?"

Nathan's focus shattered, his face flushing crimson at the implication. In that moment of distraction, Viktor easily disarmed him, sending his sword clattering to the ground. But instead of the sputtering embarrassment he expected, Nathan's reaction was one of pure shock.

"No way, Uncle Viktor!" Nathan exclaimed, his eyes wide. "It's not like that at all!"

Viktor paused, confused by the vehemence of his nephew's denial. He had only meant it as a bit of good-natured ribbing, but clearly, he had struck a nerve. "Oh? And why's that?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Nathan scrambled to find the right words, his mind racing. How could he explain the inexplicable truth? That Lily was actually James, his childhood best friend, magically transformed into a girl? It was a secret he had sworn to keep, a bond of trust he would never break.

"It's just... Lily feels like family, you know?" Nathan said at last, hoping his half-truth would suffice. "I mean, yeah, she's really hot and all. I'd have to be blind not to notice. But the idea of dating her? It just feels wrong, like it would be gross."

He shrugged helplessly, trying to articulate the strange mix of emotions. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I admire Lily, sure. She's amazing. But it's more like how you might admire a really beautiful painting or something. Appreciating it doesn't mean you want to make out with it."

Viktor studied his nephew for a long moment, his brow furrowed in thought. He could tell there was more to the story than Nathan was letting on, but he decided not to push the issue. The boy was entitled to his secrets, after all.

"Fair enough," Viktor said at last, clapping Nathan on the shoulder. "I shouldn't have assumed. Forgive an old man's nosiness."

Nathan grinned, relieved to have dodged the awkward conversation. "No worries, Uncle Viktor. I know you mean well."

As they resumed their sparring, Viktor couldn't help but probe a bit further. "So, how long have you known Lily, anyway? You two seem pretty close."

Nathan hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. "Oh, you know, she's like a childhood friend to me," he said casually, his blade meeting Viktor's with a sharp clang. "We go way back."

It wasn't exactly a lie, Nathan reassured himself. James had been his best friend since they were kids, after all. And even though he now wore Lilia's face, that bond remained unbroken. If anything, the shared secret had only brought them closer.

Viktor nodded, seeming to accept the explanation. "Childhood friends, eh? Those are the best kind. You're lucky to have each other."

Nathan smiled, a warm glow of affection spreading through his chest. "Yeah, I really am," he agreed softly.

As their sparring session wound down, Nathan's thoughts kept drifting back to Lilia. He couldn't help but marvel at how seamlessly she had integrated back into their little group. It was almost too easy to forget that she wasn't always like that.

But then he would catch a glimpse of James in her mannerisms, a familiar quirk of the lips or a wry quip, and the illusion would shatter. In the end she was still his old childhood friend James, no matter how she looked and what name she went by, and that was all that mattered.

With a final clash of blades, Viktor called an end to their training. Nathan bowed respectfully to his uncle, feeling a surge of gratitude for the man's wisdom and guidance. He knew he still had a long way to go, but with Viktor's tutelage and his friends' support, he was confident he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Meanwhile Alex sat cross-legged on the plush living room carpet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over the intricate notes spread out before him. The pages were filled with complex diagrams and cryptic symbols, each one holding the key to unlocking the secrets of magic. He had been studying for hours, so engrossed in the arcane knowledge that he had lost all track of time.

From the kitchen, the gentle humming of his mother drifted into the living room, accompanied by the rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the sizzle of something delicious in a pan. The comforting scents of garlic and herbs wafted through the air, but Alex barely noticed, his attention wholly consumed by the enigmatic glyphs dancing before his eyes.

It wasn't until his mother appeared at his side, a steaming plate of food in hand, that Alex finally looked up from his studies. Maria smiled down at her son, a mix of affection and concern in her eyes.

"You've been at this for hours, Alex," she said softly, setting the plate down on the coffee table. "I don't think I've ever seen you so absorbed in your studies before."

Alex blinked, his eyes adjusting to the change in focus. He glanced at the clock on the wall, surprised to see how much time had passed. "I guess I just got caught up in it," he admitted, stretching his stiff muscles. "This magic stuff is fascinating, Mom."

Maria raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement tugging at her lips. "Magic? I never took you for one to crack jokes, Alex. You've always been so serious about your studies."

Alex shook his head, a small smile playing on his face. "It's not a joke, Mom. I'm actually learning magic." He held up his hands, the notes momentarily forgotten. "Here, let me show you."

Closing his eyes, Alex took a deep breath, focusing inward. He visualized the intricate glyphs he had been studying, each one burned into his memory. With a steady hand, he began tracing the symbols in the air, his fingers leaving faint trails of shimmering light in their wake.

As the final glyph snapped into place, Alex felt a surge of energy course through his body, the hairs on his arms standing on end. A gentle breeze began to swirl around him, ruffling the pages of his notes and tousling his dark hair.

Maria gasped, her eyes widening as she witnessed the impossible made real before her. The gust of wind grew stronger, lifting the curtains and sending loose papers fluttering through the air. But just as quickly as it had begun, the breeze died down, leaving the room still and silent once more.

Alex opened his eyes, a triumphant grin on his face. "See? Magic."

His mother stared at him, her expression a mix of shock and wonder. But to her credit, she quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. In a world where superpowers were a reality, the revelation of magic was not as earth-shattering as it might have been.

"That was... impressive," Maria said at last, sinking down onto the couch. "But isn't this supposed to be some kind of secret? I thought magic was the stuff of fantasy novels, not something people could actually learn."

Alex shrugged, his calm demeanour never wavering. "It's not like you're going to go blurting it out to everyone you meet," he reasoned. "Besides, you're my mother. You deserve to know what's going on in my life."

Maria nodded slowly, processing this new information. Her curiosity piqued, she leaned forward, studying the scattered notes with renewed interest. "So how does this magic stuff work, anyway? Is it like in the movies, with wands and incantations?"

Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "Not exactly. It's actually a lot more scientific than that." He picked up one of the pages, pointing to a complex diagram. "You see, magic is all about manipulating mana - that's the energy that flows through everything. By using specific glyphs and sigils, we can shape that mana into different forms, like the gust of wind I just summoned."

He began to delve into the intricacies of magical theory, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. "Incantations can help with visualization, but they're not strictly necessary. It's the glyphs that do the real work, allowing us to channel the mana in specific ways. With enough practice, you can even skip certain glyphs, making the casting process faster and more efficient."

Maria held up a hand, stemming the tide of his enthusiastic explanation. "Okay, okay, I get it. It's all very complex and scientific. I think I'll leave the magical studies to you."

Alex grinned sheepishly, realizing he had gotten a bit carried away. "Sorry, Mom. I guess I just get excited about this stuff."

Maria smiled fondly, reaching out to ruffle her son's hair. "It's okay. I'm just glad to see you so passionate about something. Even if it is a bit... unconventional."

She sighed, leaning back against the cushions. "Speaking of unconventional, how are you handling James' big move to the US? I know you two were close friends."

Alex's expression softened. "It's been tough, not having him around. But honestly, with Lily here now, it's almost like he never left."

Maria nodded, a knowing look on her face. "Ah yes, the mysterious Lily. She seems to have made quite an impression on you guys."

Alex smiled, a faraway look in his eyes. "She's really something special, Mom. It's like she just fits in with us perfectly, like she's always been part of the group."

"And it doesn't hurt that she's drop-dead gorgeous, right?" Maria teased, nudging her son playfully.

Alex laughed, shaking his head. "I mean, yeah, she's beautiful. But that's not why we like her. She's just... Lily, you know? It's hard to explain."

Maria studied her son for a long moment, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know, Alex, I've never seen you so at ease when meeting a new person. Usually, you're so reserved, so guarded. But with Lily, it's like you've known each other for years."

Alex shrugged. "I don't know, Mom. Maybe it's because she just gets me, you know? I don't have to put on an act around her. I can just be myself."

Maria smiled softly, reaching out to take her son's hand. "That's a rare thing, Alex. Don't let it go."

As they sat there in the cozy living room, the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the curtains, Alex felt a warmth spreading through his chest. James had always been his best friend, the one person he could count on no matter what. And now, even though he wore a different face, that bond remained unbreakable.