Ahhh, I see, Kiro 😅—you want it to flow logically, show his childhood, his weak magic, the mystery of his seal, and how he ac
The rain fell softly over the mountain shrine, dripping off the stone steps like silver threads. A young couple knelt, clasping hands tightly.
"Please… give us a child," the woman whispered. "We've tried everything."
Her husband's jaw tightened. "Medicine, prayers… nothing worked. If the gods do not answer now… I don't know what we'll do."
A flash of lightning split the sky. When it faded, a small bundle lay on the wet steps, glowing faintly. The couple gasped.
Inside was a newborn boy. On his chest, a strange mark glimmered—a black wing on one side, a white wing on the other, forming a perfect yin-yang pattern.
"It's… a blessing from the gods," the woman whispered.
For a brief moment, the baby's eyes flickered golden, but no one noticed. Hidden eyes from afar watched him. Even now, the world was beginning to take notice.
"We will name him… Elian," the woman said softly. "Hope."
Elian grew up in the care of kind nobles who had found him at the shrine. He didn't know much about his parents or where he had come from; they never told him.
From early on, he was curious about everything. Birds would land on his shoulders, small animals seemed to trust him.
Magic came weakly to him. His fireballs were tiny, his shields flimsy—but he was clever. He learned to observe, plan, and use his surroundings to his advantage. Even weak magic could be impressive if used smartly.
He was kind, too. Villagers and friends liked him for helping carry heavy things, fixing broken tools, and just being there for others. Some children teased him for being weak, but Elian didn't care. He learned early that brains and kindness mattered more than flashy magic.
Sometimes, his chest seal—the black-and-white wings—pulsed faintly. Sometimes, his eyes glimmered gold. He never understood why, but the faint power often protected him from accidents.
When he turned fifteen, it was time to go to the academy, a school for students learning magic, strategy, and how to survive in a dangerous world.
Elian walked along the cobblestone road, his satchel swinging at his side. The academy was at the top of a hill, surrounded by forests. He practiced small sparks of magic along the way—lifting stones, testing fireballs—just to stay sharp.
The buildings grew larger as he approached. Towers reached for the sky, banners fluttered in the wind, and students moved in clumps, practicing spells and chatting.
Elian took a deep breath. This is where I'll learn more… where I'll grow.
As he passed through the trees near the academy, a figure paused in the shadows—a low-ranked demon scout. Its red eyes glowed faintly, focusing on him.
Something about Elian stirred respect, though the demon didn't know why. It bowed slightly, then retreated into the darkness.
Elian didn't notice. His chest seal pulsed faintly under his shirt, black and white wings shimmering as if acknowledging the unseen observer.
The world was waiting for the child of hope.