The soft scratch of the quill against parchment echoed faintly in the library, a sound that mingled with the distant rustle of leaves outside. Emma sat at the desk, her silver-white hair catching the golden light filtering through the windows. The blank page before her was no longer daunting. It was an opportunity... a canvas for the aspirations she had carried in her heart for far too long. Slowly, deliberately, she began to write.
Her first goal formed in her mind with clarity: Build an automatic, movable magic-powered wheelchair. Emma’s thoughts turned to Anna, her best friend.... since childhood, she had never walked. Anna, with her vibrant smile and boundless curiosity, deserved to experience life beyond the confines of her chair. Emma knew the doctors had said it was impossible... that no amount of healing magic could mend Anna’s legs. But Emma refused to accept impossibility. If no one else could help Anna, she would. This chair, powered by magic, would grant her friend a newfound freedom. And perhaps, if her other goals succeeded, Anna might one day run without a wheelchair.
Emma dipped her quill into the inkwell again, the ink gleaming as she began her second point: Learn water magic. Water, the element of adaptability and renewal, seemed like a natural starting point. Its restorative properties fascinated her, and she imagined the intricate ways it could complement healing spells. But it was more than practicality... she found a quiet beauty in water, its ability to flow and persevere through any obstacle.
Next, her quill moved smoothly across the page: Learn healing magic at an advanced level. Healing had always intrigued Emma, even though she had never practiced it. The intricate balance of restoration and energy fascinated her, and she longed to master its complexities. Advanced healing might hold the key to reshaping Anna’s legs, offering a chance to undo the fate life had unjustly handed her friend.
Her thoughts paused for a moment as she tapped the quill against the edge of the inkwell. The next goal demanded more from her... not just effort but resilience. She wrote: Exercise and meditate to cultivate her Ki Core and strengthen her body. Emma’s Ki Core, though healed, remained fragile. Strengthening it was essential if she wanted to tackle advanced magic and the physical demands it entailed. Her frail frame needed to endure more than the simple spells she’d been practicing. The thought of intense training didn’t daunt her; it filled her with a quiet resolve.
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The fifth point followed swiftly: Find and learn other types of magic that can heal wounds beyond conventional methods. Emma had read stories of rare and ancient magics.. arts that could reshape flesh and bone, defying what traditional healers considered possible. Somewhere in the vast world of magic, there had to be an answer for Anna. She would scour every tome, seek out every teacher, and leave no stone unturned to find it.
Finally, she hesitated before the last goal, the weight of it pressing against her thoughts. Hatch the mysterious magical egg she had retrieved from the artificial dungeon. The egg’s strange energy still lingered in her memory. It felt alive, pulsing faintly with untapped potential. Whatever lay within, Emma believed it would play a role in her journey. The unknown excited her as much as it unnerved her.
With a faint smile, she set the quill down and leaned back, her gaze scanning the list. Each goal felt like a step toward something greater, not just for herself but for Anna. The doctors might have given up, but Emma refused to let their verdict define her friend’s future. Anna would walk. She would run, laugh, and live as freely as anyone else.
Pushing her chair back, Emma stood. The creak of the floorboards beneath her feet broke the stillness as she carefully folded the parchment and made her way through the passage to her room. The house was quiet, save for the occasional distant murmur of the wind outside. She entered her room, the familiar space bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun. Her dressing table stood by the window, and she placed the folded paper atop it with care.
As Emma straightened, her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. She stepped closer, her gaze tracing the features she knew so well. But something was different. Her ears... they were slightly more pointed than before. She tilted her head, examining them closely. It seems to had become more pointy? Dismissing the thought with a shake of her head, she brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled faintly.
Her reflection smiled back, and she spoke softly, her voice steady, "I’ll make sure I achieve all of these goals… in a year or three, no matter what it takes."
Turning to the window, she watched as the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the landscape. The golden hues of twilight painted the world outside, a prelude to the approaching evening. Soon, her elder sister Ellie and her twin brother Ethan would return home. For now, the house was hers, and the silence felt like an invitation to prepare for the days ahead.
Emma’s smile lingered as she closed her eyes, allowing the warmth of her ambitions to fill her heart. Outside, the wind carried the faint rustle of leaves, a reminder that the world continued to turn, and with it, her journey had only just begun.