As days melded into months, and months seamlessly transitioned into years, and just like that three years passed. Ahsinav was ten years old now. In those three fleeting years, Ahsinav devoted himself tirelessly to hone his skills, sculpting them into formidable tools that gleamed with potential. His days were a symphony of practice, each note a step closer to mastery.

He would go into the woods and meditate under the Bodhi tree. This Bodhi tree was no ordinary tree. Its very presence seemed to exude a mysterious energy, every time Ahsinav started meditating, he could easily gather ora without much effort under it.

When Ahsinav returned home after his intense training, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Waiting for him was not just a letter, but a mysterious suitcase from his enigmatic mentor, Laka. Inside lay a collection of finely crafted clothes, worn by the children of the Nobel family.

As Ahsinav unfolded the letter, he found only three words: "See you later." Yet, before he could ponder its meaning, the sound of approaching carriage wheels caught his attention. Peering out the window, he beheld a figure, a man in a striking black suit.

The black man in the suit knocked on the door. Cara opened the door. He asked Cara" Is this Sir Ahsinav's house?"

"Cara, with a nod, confirmed, "Yes, indeed it is."

Identifying himself as Havard, the man proceeded to deliver a formal invitation for Ahsinav's attendance at the magic academy. As Ahsinav prepared himself, Havard couldn't help but be taken aback by the remarkable sight before him. Ahsinav's eyes one Red crimson as if aflame the other gleaming like a Golden gem. His hair split between darkness resembling shadows and the purity of snow.

With a respectful bow, Havard pledged, "I, Havard, shall be at your service during your time at the academy."

Ahsinav returned the gesture with a warm smile, saying, "Please, take good care of me."

As he bid farewell to his family, Ahsinav's departure weighed heavy on their hearts. Cecelia, unable to contain her emotions, asked through tears, "When will you return, brother?" With an assurance meant to quell her, Ahsinav gently replied, "I will return soon."

Stepping into the carriage, he embarked on a journey toward "KIRARA,"[The Kingdom of Lights?]. Ahsinav was very excited but nervous at the same time because it was his first time going to a big Kingdom. As they marked towards their journey it started getting dark.

As night descended and they approached the city gates, Ahsinav marveled at the luminous spectacle before him, a bustling metropolis alive with activity. Guided by Havard, they arrived at Laka's opulent mansion, where Ahsinav was welcomed by a retinue of maids, each introducing themselves with reverence. (their name-Anu, Eva, Lili, Miya, Nisha, Oliva.)

Their respectful greetings welcomed him into his new home. Inside the mansion's wealthy halls, Ahsinav encountered Laka, his mentor, whom he met after three years.

Over a splendid dinner, Ahsinav's surprise at being expected to behave himself like a noble was palpable. However, as the evening unfolded, he found himself gradually adapting to his new role, guided by the warm hospitality of Anu, who led him to his expansive chambers for the night.

In the solitude of his grand quarters, Ahsinav found himself gazing out the window, thinking about the family he left behind. As the night drifted on, casting its veil over the world outside, Ahsinav drifted into a restless sleep. The night ended and a new day started.

As dawn broke over the horizon, the soft rap of footsteps heralded Eva's arrival to rouse Ahsinav from his sleep. With a yawn, he greeted the new day. After a refreshing bath, Ahsinav joined Laka for a hearty breakfast.

Guided by Nisha, he delved into the intricacies of noble etiquette, learning the subtle nuances of posture, speech, and demeanor that distinguished the Nobels from the common folk. Meanwhile, Laka helped him in his studies and training in magic. With each training, incantation, each flicker of magic, Ahsinav's power grew, his connection with Ora deepening with every passing day.

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The day before the entrance exam. At night when Ahsinav was sleeping, Laka went to his room Gently, he reached for Ahsinav's locket, a relic pulsing with untold power, and started chanting. His words weaved an ancient magic that danced upon the air.

After enchanting, Ahsinav's locket opened and a large dark shadow-like energy started flowing from Ahsinav. In that moment, the boundaries of possibility seemed to blur, as Ahsinav's true potential shimmered into view.

Laka: "So I was right, this is a seal hum."

The next day,

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In the final moments before the academy entrance exam, Laka approached Ahsinav, his eyes reflecting the weight of their shared secrets. With his hand he invoked ancient magics, sealing away Ahsinav's mastery over fire, water, and lightning, leaving only the elements of earth and wind at his command. "Laka explained, his voice tinged with urgency, "You mustn't reveal the full extent of your abilities. To wield all types of elements, such power must remain hidden until the time is right."

As Ahsinav stepped out of the house, a sense of anticipation mingled with nerves fluttered in his stomach. He glanced at Havard, who stood by the waiting carriage with a reassuring smile. With a deep breath, Ahsinav climbed into the carriage and started heading towards the academy.

The carriage rattled along the cobblestone streets, the rhythmic clatter soothing Ahsinav's nerves as he mentally rehearsed the knowledge he had meticulously prepared for the academy exam. Havard offered words of encouragement, instilling confidence in Ahsinav's abilities.

As they approached the grand gate of the academy, Ahsinav's heart quickened with excitement. Havard guided Ahsinav through the bustling courtyard, weaving through clusters of students and scholars lost in animated discussions.

Finally, they reached the hall room, a grand chamber filled with rows of desks and anxious candidates. Havard said, "Best of luck, young master." and left.

Ahsinav took a deep breath. As he entered the hall and settled into his seat in the first row. Everyone inside the room started looking at him, they were surprised by Ahsinav's unique appearance. The guy next to him started talking to him.

"Hi, I'm Noah Qailler," greeted the stranger as Ahsinav found himself suddenly engaged in conversation.

Ahsinav surprised glanced around. "You talking to me?"

Noah chuckled. "Who else is there, except you?"

"Windlops..." Ahsinav hesitated before offering his surname.

"Hum?"

"Ahsinav Windlops"

"Windlops, huh," Noah mused.

Ahsinav had adopted Laka's surname upon his mentor's advice because commoners were usually bullied in the academy by the Nobles. As the teacher entered and papers were distributed, Ahsinav focused on the exam, finding the questions manageable.

Meanwhile, Noah appeared to struggle. The exam ended, and Ahsinav felt confident in his performance. As he made his way to the lab for the next test, Noah approached him, suggesting they go together. Ahsinav agreed, and they proceeded to the lab to measure Ora and elements.

In the lab, the teacher asked Ahsinav to put his hand in the cubo[magical ball]. As soon as Ahsinav put his hands on Cubo two, elements appeared wind and earth. The teacher was surprised to find the student with two elements because there, were only three candidates who could use two elements and only one who could use three elements.

Curious about Noah's abilities, Ahsinav asked, but Noah playfully avoided the question, promising that his, secret would be revealed very soon.

As the measuring test ended, Ahsinav and Noah advanced to the final challenge in the aiming room. Ahsinav heeded Laka's advice and executed his spell with precision, earning praise from the spectators and securing his passage.

After Noah completed the test. they awaited the test results. After a nerve-wracking two-hour wait, the results finally arrived, confirming both Ahsinav and Noah's success. With shared smiles and a few words of camaraderie, they parted ways. As Ahsinav approached the academy gate, he was greeted by the familiar figure of Havard.

"I did it," Ahsinav announced, his smile reflecting his triumph.

"Good job, young master," Havard congratulated him with a smile of his own.

After a brief exchange, Ahsinav boarded the carriage, and they began the journey home. Upon their arrival, Laka stood at the gate, anticipation carved on his face. Stepping down from the carriage, Ahsinav shared the news of his success, eliciting a sigh of relief from his mentor.

After returning from the exam, Ahsinav started his training, focusing on swordsmanship under Laka's guidance. As evening descended, they shared a meal. Returning to his room, Ahsinav reflected on the day's events with a sense of satisfaction. Tomorrow marked the beginning of his journey at the magic academy. Ahsinav falls asleep.

In a Unknown palace,

Angels and demons were clashing. Accusations flew between them, each blaming the other for past grudges.

A voice echoed with chilling resolve, rejecting any idea of peace. "That's how it should be, peace with angels? No, never.. not while I am ruling," it declared, a harbinger of darkness threatening on the horizon.