Aurora.
A High Mage. A prodigy. A genius. A talent never seen in the history of magehood.
At ten, she memorized every spell in the basic tome. Each line engraved into memory, not just in recitation but in essence. She didn't perform magic. She embodied it.
At twelve, she was recognized by the most powerful mage of the era—Merlin. A man whose eyes saw through dimensions, who spoke in tones that bent storms and gods alike. He had watched her from afar, silently, until she forced even his hand to move. He had named her heir. The mage-child with stardust for veins.
At eighteen, she did the unspeakable. She created. New spells—systems, not just formulas. Spells that bent known structure. Spells that resonated like music across ley lines. Spells that frightened the old and enraptured the young. One spell turned sea into glass. Another bent moonlight into swords.
