An entity - no, a soul. A soul trapped in nothingness. He floated about, but there was nothing. He could see, but there was nothing.

It was dark. There was no light to be found, nor was there light to find in the first place, just dark.

Suddenly a glowing orb appeared. It was small and orange, about the size of a fist. Then another one, much bigger and blue. and then tens more appeared, then hundreds, thousands, much much more than he could ever count. They spread out far and wide, never-ending.

There was one particular orb, one different than all the others, a small orb, purple, it was moving closer to him. No, he was moving closer to it, not by choice. The closer he got to it, the fewer orbs he could see in his vision, it became more and more brilliant until eventually, it took up his entire vision. It started to engulf him, he was being sucked inside until eventually everything went dark again. He was no longer able to think, there was nothing.

***

His mind was in shambles. He couldn't make out anything, sudden flashes of light, weird shapes and random noises. However, he was able to gather one piece of information. He could sense. He could touch, feel, hear, everything. He didn't know why or how, but he knew.

Every time he opened his eyes he could feel time passing by in large leaps of time, unable to understand anything.

Eventually, he reached a point where he began to understand. He was young, very young, he was unable to know how young he was, he could move, though, he wandered, he still couldn't really understand anything he saw, but he did see, he saw much.

Soon he began to realize what had happened, what sort of conundrum he was going through. He was an infant, a small human baby.

***

Time passed, he could hear clearly. His mother - his beautiful mother spoke to him, he understood but was unable to reply. She was teaching him, not that she knew he could understand, however. She talked about many things; her love, objects, shapes, numbers. He already knew what they were though, he knew the basics. His vision became clearer. unable to do anything but listen, listen and wander.

He grew, he was getting taller. He didn't understand how time could move so fast. He could understand much more now. He could speak fluently, was frighteningly intelligent for still being but a child. His mother was taken aback at first, but easily came to terms with it, and asked no questions. He wouldn't answer any questions anyway. Not that he didn't want to tell the truth, he didn't know why he was so intelligent, why he could understand. He was too young, much too young to know the things he did.

He thought long and hard. He had memories, memories of things that never happened to him. Why did he see such things in his head?

No one had that answer.

***

His name was Cyril Erebus. He was growing, his perception of time slowing, and his mind expanding. He knew many things, things he should had been too young to understand. The world he was born into was not his own. Too much different. The animals he had seen in his head were not the same ones his mother spoke of, continents he had never seen. But there was one thing, just one thing that he always struggled to understand. He knew that this world was not his own, but clearly, it was not that different, surely. Animals mutated differently, countries were named differently, shaped differently, different religions - if any. Yet one thing, he would never have grasped...

Magic.

His mother spoke of magic as if it weren't some made up hoax or some form of trickery and slight of hand used for entertainment, but real magic, usable in battle and even just normal everyday activities. He learned much of this magic, a magic she called "Arcane". He understood the scope of it. He wrote down everything he had learned in a journal.

Arcane was an uncommon ability found in people, only about 1 out of 100 would receive Arcane. There were many types of Arcane types; Elemental, Mental, and Physical among many unknown or more vague types. These come along with a subset type. For example, Elemental would have a fire subset or a water subset. This wouldn't mean the magician with a fire subset could only use Fire Arcane, but was more suited to fire and had an easier time learning it.

When activating your arcane abilities, most of the time, a small halo will appear around or near the body part it's affiliated with, i.e Physical types halos will most likely be wrapped around the arms or legs, whereas the Mental types halos will probably be above their head.

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Most people end up with an Elemental Type, the most common subset being Fire. After that the most common is Physical, the most common subset being Rage, a type of berserk type, becoming stronger the angrier you are. And finally Mental, the least common of the 3 main types, the most common subset being Illusions, being able to create mirages and etcetera. After the main 3, there are many other types of rare Type's that few are ever seen with. As far as anyone knows, there has not been anyone born with a Type other than the main 3 for 50 years, the last one being a man called Douglas The Beast, who was told to be able to tame and become beastiamorphs at will.

At the age of 13, children can take an exam, in which at the end one will discover their arcane type and subset once finished, if any. Not only would one discover their types and such. But will also be scored dependent on how connected they are with their arcane presence within them they simply call "Inner Arc", the outer arc being arcane. Depending on how high they score, and on their ability, they'll be placed in a certain academy, to learn to harness their power.

He lived in the continent of Aemorin, in a large territory known as the Morbus region. The region was under the reign of Ruler Weryl, who was well known as being a weak but intelligent elder that excelled in a Mental arcane subset called Spirit. Through this. he was able to influence emotions of people that were weaker than him, and even control people considerably weak including peasants. However, he did not control people unless for righteous reasons and was well respected and idolized by the people in the Morbus region.

Cyril was 8. From birth till now, he had spent all of his time with his mother, but one day his father had come home, apparently had been on a journey with a group of magicians and warriors under the orders of Ruler Weryl all the way to the continent of Goloria, into the Agnon regions after Ruler Weryl heard that an item of importance was discovered.

His father, Cyrus Erebus, was a warrior, a man who had no arcane but participated in the military due to exceptional fighting skill. He was a terrific warrior, and could possibly rival a Physical magician one on one. His mother, Meril Erebus, was an Elemental magician who had decided to become an arcane scholar rather than do battle. She had taught classes in the Stilks regions Academy.

Cyril learned the kids with arcane would begin learning of their abilities around 12, through intense inner and physical training, meditation, and study. So, he studied, he studied as much as he could, he read every book he could get his hands on in his house, every moment in between he would sit in silence, emptying his mind, attempting to meditate, and would exercise when no one was watching. He was tired, worn out, almost all the time, yet he would push, and push, and push.

He learned of his families noble status due to both of their reputation. They had a butler named Tyrin and a maid named Lillian, who would take care of him when his parents were busy. Their estate was large. Not including the main house with the living quarters and such, there was a training grounds, a study, an entire library, a large yard, and many more different areas of necessity, i.e kitchens.

They had paid workers under then, chefs, guards, even farmers and such. it was almost as if there was an entire village living in one estate, and somehow everyone living and working there seemed generally happy.

Outside the estate was a small assortment of other estates, and a small distance away was the city of Mal, which was the main hub of the Morbus Region. He would visit with his mother to buy accessories as well as food supply and whatnot.

***

Cyril wandered around the training grounds, there were a few guards wearing brown and purple leather armor, chatting and practicing on tall wooden training dummies. Cyril wandered and found a broken training dummy with no lower half, making it just a tad bit taller than him. found a soft spot of dirt and stuck it into the ground, using some rocks to help prop it up. he found a wooden sword in a chest near a selection of other armor and weapons, he dragged it over to the dummy, barely able to hold up the wooden sword completely, and began to slowly and weakly whack the dummy.

THUD THUD THUD

He continuously hit the dummy over and over. Guards began to notice the little "master of the house" (so to speak) attacking the unfortunate target, they giggled yet admired the young ones passion. Ever so often one would give Cyril a tip, Cyril would almost immediately be able to perform any feat the guards would tell him as long as it was in his capabilities of his 8-year-old body.

He was learning combat. He was progressing at an exceptionally fast rate. Although unlikely he would truly be able to discover his abilities soon, even if he discovered them at the same time as anyone else, his father Cyrus watched him and knew that he would make an even better warrior than him, if not a magician.

Cyril was dedicated. Very dedicated.

And so, the story begins...