One day before magic school, Mia says to me that she needs to buy some things in the outer parts of the city. After we visited some shops, we saw a guy who had ash-gray skin and red eyes. He had black hair with a slight red tint. Mia was asked where some noble people reside. He had a big wolf behind him. At least with him on a street, I look less weird. After the conversation, we go to Mia's home.

I say:" I will go to the adventurer guild. I want to look if the two adventurers that I left are there, maybe today I am lucky and find them, unlike the other days."

On my way to the adventurer guild, I see the guy that Mia and I saw early the day, he stands before a building and he seems to be very angry.

I speak loud and confidently: "I have the feeling that you want to do something stupid. Whatever you want to do, don't do it. It's not worth the price."

I have made enough dumb mistakes in my life that I know when someone else is on their way to do something dumb.

He replies in an angry voice: "Not worth the price. You don't even know what it means to pay a high price for something. You don't even know what they did to him. They threw his corpse on the ground, as they'd never heard of him. They don't deserve to live."

In a sudden rush of confidence and calm, I say: "Let's at least talk about it before you do it and if I can't convince you, you can still kill them. But if you don´t want to talk I will stop you."

He seems a bit cautious and almost scared as he says: "At least you are confident in your skills. Okay, let's talk. I have the feeling that it would be a foolish idea to make you my enemy. I will trust you for the moment."

We walk for a bit and sit down nearby on a bench. After thinking a bit, I guess he's about 15, he might be early 16. Having the urge to kill someone at that age is shocking to me but not unthinkable. In school, I was also angry enough to kill somebody. The teacher really didn´t care much about me and the students constantly tortured me with their words and actions. The thought of killing somebody did come to my mind. So they would stop harassing me. But I thought for a moment and calmed down and just endured it. Maybe I should start my conversation with my story and why I could relate but I should alter it so it is in this world or he would not believe or find me crazy.

In a slightly sad voice, I say: "Before you tell me your story, let me tell you mine so we can trust each other. You must know I never was very talented. I always was worse at everything than anyone I knew. I never was very well built. I never found a thing that I was talented at. So, nobody wanted to teach me anything. They already knew my reputation as a failure. After sometime trying to convince someone my parents were run over by a horse and died. So I was alone and decided that I will go to the city for a new life and learn on my way and now I am here going to the magic school tomorrow. There are hundreds of people with a bad past, similar to mine and everybody is rooting for you to get over it and start a new better life."

He tells me the story of him and Sir Sunas and sometimes you still see how he does not fully realize what had happened. He tells me the story but doesn't tell me how he got out of the bandit camp

Angry, I say: "Let's get revenge, let's go to the adventure guild and kill these bandits."

He says: "I already killed these bandits with my magic. You must know I also will be a student at the magic school tomorrow."

I answer with a surprised voice: "You must be quite the magician to single-handedly take out a big group of bandits."

With a proud face he says: "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I am Duath the apprentice of the legendary Variel, the arcane sage."

After thinking for a bit, Variel is the person who wrote the book about basic magic that I read. He seems to write good magic books.

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In response, I extend my hand for a handshake, saying: "Hi, I am Thalion. Let's take revenge together on those who mocked us, and I know the most effective way to do that is to have a happy life, and also see if these nobles have other shady businesses."

Duath says with a slight smirk on his face: " Thalion, that's quite a name, do you know it means hero? Your parents must have had quite a lot of faith in you."

I say slightly embarrassed: "I know what it means but my parents didn't choose it. They did not give me a name. The person who taught me magic gave me this name without me knowing what it meant. Do you have a place to stay overnight?"

He laughs and says: "Wait, could it be that you don't know that we will live in the school?"

After that we say goodbye to each other and head home. During that night, I dreamed again of the goddess. She points at me and the words "Chosen hero" come to my mind. She smiles and walks away. Suddenly I woke up. "Chosen hero" chosen for what purpose? It's unclear to me what this dream could mean. Thinking about that hurts my head. Hero is probably a reference to my name at least that is clear to me. I still don´t know who she is. In this world, a goddess seems not out of the question, after all, magic is real, so why not deities? Maybe I should go to a temple and ask. However, being chosen by a deity was not what I expected. I don't like to stand out. Maybe I should just go to school and ignore this for the moment. For a failure like me to be chosen by a deity sounds absurd to me. Maybe this was a mistake. Thinking about this makes me sad. Let's start with my training routine. I managed to increase my physical fitness. That was somewhat unexpected. Although I thought I was reincarnated with a physique far beyond that of an ordinary human, I still haven't discovered my body's limits. I am unsure how much stronger and faster I can get. Additionally, I did not reach my endurance limits. I ran for hours at top speed and didn´t get fatigued. After all this time I am a bit scared that I have become something not human. I also asked an adventurer in the adventurer guild to teach me some advanced fighting tricks. He introduced me to a monk with an asian appearance. He said that it is helpful to know a bit about unarmed fighting to enhance your ability as a fighter. I trained with him a lot and now my unarmed fighting is more advanced. He helped me get some smoother movement. Since I don't know how long weapons will last with my strength, bare-handed combat is the most practical strategy for the moment. I think I will use my spear as a backup. I don't want to break him so early.

After the training, Mia and I went to the school. Mia wants to watch the fighting tournament that always happens before the enrollment exam. On our way to the arena we meet Duath.

He asks with a voice filled with pride: "Would you like to join the tournament with me? Money and fame can be won by warriors who perform well. Money is a resource I think we both don't have much of. But I will not take it easy on you when we fight."

I say with a bit of restraint in my voice: "Some money would be helpful, but I don't like fighting meaningless battles."

Mia interrupts and says: "It would be a big help for my father as well. He had a hard time explaining to other nobles why we took you in, without losing his face."

I say a bit frustrated: "Fine, if it helps Sir Ramning I can't say no. But I am still not happy about this."

Duath says with a smile on his face: "Follow me, we need to register."

And now I'm here, in an arena fighting for the amusement of the crowd. I can´t use my spear in this fight. Magic weapons need to be registered before being used in combat. The person who registered me said that and he also said that I could borrow a weapon from the arena. They are stored in the waiting area for the combatant. But I think that I will pass on that offer. I am too afraid to break them. My enemy in the first round is a potential knight student. He is fully armored with a shield and a sword. I hope it is not a too big shame losing to a magician. But I have no other option but to win. My strategy is to defeat him in a way that doesn't look too embarrassing to him. We stand in the arena, he raises his sword in the air and the crowd begins to shout.

After that he looks at me and says with a grin on his face: " Are we letting unarmed beggars in the arena or what? Why are you unarmed? Are you mocking me?"

The crowd begins to laugh. Maybe he deserves a beating from an unarmed person. He needs to learn to respect his elders even if I am only a bit older than him.

After the crowd quiets down, he says while laughing: "Let's begin so I can get a real opponent."

After that, he got into a combat stance, but he put his sword in its sheath. Perhaps as an act of honor or mockery. I would think it is the last one. With my top speed, I charge at him and he barely has time to set his shield before I am upon him. I slam my fist against his shield and he slides back a few meters (A meter equals about 3,2 feet). He almost trips over but manages to recover in time and draws his sword. His shield has a small bump in the middle at the point where my fist hit. He looks a lot more worried about me now.

I ask with a smile on my face and the crowd roaring in the background: "Am I still a beggar and not a worthy opponent?"

After that, I see that his shield arm is hanging. Oh god, did I break his arm? He throws his sword to the ground.

He yells: "I surrender."

Well that was easier than expected. Maybe I should have been more careful with him. I did not intend to break his arm.

A voice from the crowd yells: " Victory for the Silver Wyvern."

The whole crowd repeats it. That was not really my idea. My plan was to lay low and not draw too much attention. Well that didn't work out, at least Silver Wyvern doesn´t sound that bad.