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Chapter 1 |Letter of Magic|
In the shadow of my birthday, the letter brings an unwelcome tale of magic. I despise the enchanting chains binding me to this mystical destiny.
-Y/N
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Y/N POV
The sweet aroma of freshly baked goods gently nudged me out of my dreams.
With a content smile, I opened my eyes, ready to embrace the new day.
After completing my morning routine, I made my way to the cozy living room of our not-too-big, not-too-small house.
Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.
...: Sweetheart! Wake up-
I headed to the kitchen, where the warm scent of nostalgia lingered. Sneaking up behind my grandma, I wrapped my arms around her.
Y/N: I woke up already! Good morning, Grandma.
Grandma: Good morning, sweetheart. And, happy birthday!
Turning towards me, she held a cake in her hands. I couldn't help but smile.
Y/N: Grandma, I don't need this cake and stuff. I only need you, okay? Don't waste your money on this.
Grandma: Wasting money? Not at all. It's for my dear Y/N. Come, let's cut this cake.
I chuckled at her enthusiasm.
Grandma: And I also got a gift for you.
Y/N: Gift? But I don't -
Grandma: No. Not a word. Cut the cake.
With a sigh, I conceded and cut the cake as she serenaded me with a birthday song. Feeding her a piece, I couldn't help but smile sadly. If only my parents were here...
My thoughts were interrupted when Grandma called my name.
Grandma: Thinking about your parents?
Y/N: Yeah...
Grandma: They are in a better place, wishing you happiness. Just remember that, hmm?
I nodded, grateful for her comforting words.
Grandma: Ahh! My baby is grown up! And she is 20!
I was about to reply, but my gaze fell upon a mysterious box.
Instinctively, I reached for it.
Grandma: Yahh! How many times should I tell you not to touch this!
She gently scolded me.
Y/N: But why do you always restrict me from opening it?
Curiosity laced my question.
Grandma: You will know soon. When the time comes, I myself will let you open it.
I nodded, accepting her answer with a sense of mystery lingering in the air.
The morning continued with shared laughter and memories, the weight of Grandma's love making the day brighter. As we chatted, I couldn't help but glance at the mysterious box again.
Y/N: Grandma, seriously, what's in that box? Why the secrecy?
Grandma chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of warmth and a hidden knowing.
Grandma: Some secrets are like the best spices in a recipe, my dear. They enhance the flavour of life, and when the right time comes, everything will unfold naturally.
I sighed, realizing that Grandma wouldn't budge on the topic.
Our conversation shifted to lighter matters.
The evening came, and we are here providing our customer with their desired cakes.
Grandma: Y/N, could you pass me the vanilla extract?
Y/N: Sure, Grandma. But you know, a well-organized kitchen would save us both a lot of time.
Grandma chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a knowing glint.
Grandma: Dear, life's little chaos adds its own flavour.
Y/N: Well, I'd prefer a bit less chaos and more simplicity.
Grandma: Ah, but where's the fun in that?
As the banter continued, the mention of the mysterious box lingered in the air like an unsolved riddle. Despite my attempts to unravel the secret, Grandma remained steadfast in her playful secrecy.
Y/N: And what about that box, Grandma? Can't I at least have a hint?
Grandma: Patience, my love. All will be revealed at the right time.
Y/N: Maybe I'll just sneak a peek when you're not looking.
Grandma: Oh, you can try, but Eldoria has its own way of keeping secrets safe.
She said, chuckling, which made me shut my mouth. Ya, Eldoria is good at that.
Having completed my schooling, I spent the past two years helping Grandma in her bakery, where I proudly wore the chef's hat she once adorned.
The rhythmic hum of the ovens and the sweet aroma of freshly baked delights became the backdrop of my daily routine.
Y/N: Who would have thought a small bakery in Eldoria could hold so much magic?
Grandma, busy kneading dough, chuckled at my remark.
Grandma: Magic isn't just in spells, my dear. It's in simple pleasures, like the joy of baking and sharing love through food.
As I meticulously crafted pastries and delicacies, the enchanting world of our bakery became a sanctuary.
It was a place where the warmth of the oven mirrored the love we infused into our creations.
Y/N: I wish they were here to taste these treats. They'd be so proud.
I said, indicating my parent's absence.
Grandma: They are, in spirit. And you're keeping their legacy alive.
Eldoria offered a sense of fulfillment, especially when we extended a helping hand to those in need.
I turned towards her and said
Y/N: Grandma, I want to provide free food to those in need. I promise I won't ask you for this free. It will be taken from my pocket money.
She was about to protest but nodded, looking at my stern face.
Our conversation was cut short upon my friend's entry.
My only friend.
Irene: Happy birthday, Y/N!
She hugged me, and I hugged her back, and I thanked her.
Irene: So, now you are now 20. What's your next plan, huh?
She asked while smirking.
Y/N: Nothing much. Just will continue to help my grandma-
Irene: Yahh!! You are in your 20s, which means you have to get admitted to the Mystic Arts Academy !
She said in excitement.
Y/N: Irene, please. I don't want to join there. You know it too.
Irene: I know. But let's give it a try. I will also be joining you. I am going to pack my things, bye!
Without letting me finish, she left. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to do my work.
After our working hours, we were walking towards our home.
Y/N: I've learned so much from you, Grandma. Life may not be extravagant, but it's rich in the things that matter.
Grandma's eyes softened with pride and affection.
Grandma: You've grown into a wonderful woman, my dear. And there's still much more for you to discover.
Our conversation was disturbed when I saw a flying letter.
Y/N: A letter?
I took it in my hand and read it.
"Congratulations, Lee Y/N. Welcome to the enchanting realm of the Mystic Arts Academy! Embrace the magic within as you join us on a journey of discovery. Your uniform will soon weave its way to you, and we eagerly await your presence in the dorm a day before the grand reopening. Get ready to unlock the secrets of mystic wonders!"
What the heck???
I looked at my grandma and asked
Y/N: What is this?
Grandma: My gift.
The once enchanting spells and whimsical charms now felt like a burden, a reminder of the tragedy that had befallen my family.
Y/N: I'm not into magic, Grandma. I don't want to learn all this.
Grandma looked at me, her eyes understanding the pain concealed beneath my words.
Grandma: I know, my love. But it's mandatory for everyone to learn magic when they turn 20. It's part of our world.
Y/N: I hate magic! It caused nothing but death.
Grandma sighed, a mixture of sympathy and helplessness etched on her face.
Grandma: Magic is a double-edged sword, my love. It's our choice how we wield it, for good or ill. It's true, your parents...
I interrupted, my frustration bubbling to the surface.
Y/N: I don't want to talk about it. I just want to live a normal life without these mystical powers!
Saying that, I headed inside my home with tears in my eyes.
Happy birthday to me!!!
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