Chapter 1: Kadyn (1/2)
Wind howled and water gurgled and trees rustled. The scorching sun had climbed on the head of Avibria City, and the Tonton river flows with a rumbling noise; the trees swung with every passing gust of wind, and birds twittered pleasantly, flapping their beautiful wings.
”Brother! Brother!”
Ranulf, who was lying on the ground, unconscious, was jolted awake by a panicked shout. The veins inside his head throbbed, and his eyes felt heavy as if he was having a hangover. He clenched his head reflexively, trying to fight the excruciating pain that almost tore his head from inside.
”Argh,” he groaned in agony and opened his large, beautiful blue eyes in confusion. The dazzling brilliance blinded and forced him to shut his oceanic eyes—only after blinking and adjusting his sight, the surrounding became clear, as he laid on the ground, drenched in water and covered in dirt.
The first thing that fell in his eyes was the blue sky, vast and dignified. The second was the face of someone—though obscured due to the blazing sun behind that unknown face. The sunrays had been blocked by the body as if protecting him from the harsh and scorching heat. His body laid at the bank of the river and his clothes damp and dirty.
”Brother, are you alright!?” He heard the same panicked shout he did before, and it belonged to a girl. Though he did not recognise the voice.
'But why is she calling me brother? I don't have any sister, or do I have a secret sister?' he thought, but then shook his head inwardly, denying the possibility. The idea was too absurd. His father had no courage to cheat on his mother.
Ranulf focused his gaze in front of him as the face cleared, revealing a beautiful girl with black locks and snow-white skin and blue eyes shining like two precious gems. Her face filled with worry and her hands grabbing Ranulf's arm tightly, shaking and twisting it. Her smooth white face drenched in sweat as the sun pressed upon her shoulders. From time to time she wiped the sweat from her temples with a white handkerchief.
”Are you alright, brother?” still not caring about the burning sun, she continued to call him brother. ”Why are you reckless? What would I do if something had happened to you? What would mother and father do?” her voice filled with worry and care.
Hearing this girl's words, Ranulf's confusion deepened, and confusion turned into shock, and shock made his expression a little sluggish. She spoke a completely unfamiliar language to him, but he could understand every single word—when he was about to speak, the pain burst into his head once more. Hammering and clattering inside his brain like thunder.
”Argh!” he grabbed his skull in between his hands, trying to fight the pain in his scalp—as the pain alleviated, a rush of information tugged its way through his brain. It was a memory of someone called Kadyn—a boy with a miserable life and with no achievement—there were four people in his family, mother, father, and a cute little sister. And he loved his sister very much. Though he needed her to protect himself from bullies every so often.
In the world the boy lived, called Pengolla—full of magic and magical beasts, unique races and wars, demons and cruel creatures of all kinds.
Kadyn awakened a summoning element at ten when he was in elementary school. Hope filled him as he wished for a glorious future, working hard on every passing day. But as he practised magic, his dreams shattered, and hope lost, and despair filled his small, innocent heart. He couldn't awaken a single Magic Star after working hard for the entire six months. His classmates walked further and further out of his grasp—so far, he could never hope to catch. The difference between him and them became crystal clear.
Kadyn stopped going to the magic school. He gave up on being a wizard and ran a shop that sold medicines. His father was an elementary mage and a hunter. His mother was a homemaker and also an elementary mage. As for his sister, she studied in the magic school and was the pride of his parents—in the entire family only he... was talentless, magicless, pitiful.