> "Change doesn't come from magic. It comes from the decision to stop being afraid of who you are."
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Near the burning flames of the fireplace, Show was sitting near it in that silent night with a fired eye
" I didn't know what is my destiny... who I am
.. and why I am "
Slowly the night disappears like a wave of a ocean
In the morning of the next day....
Morning light seeped through the cracks of the orphanage window, painting thin lines of gold across the wooden floor. Dust floated gently in the air — tiny particles that danced every time the wind touched them.
Show blinked awake, his hand instinctively reaching for the pendant around his neck — a small crystal encased in silver, shaped like a teardrop. It glowed faintly, as though it held a light of its own.
Father Elric had given it to him years ago.
> "Your parents left this for you," he had said. "They said… one day, when the world needs you most, this will guide you."
Show never understood what that meant. To him, it was just a reminder that somewhere out there, he had a family — a truth both comforting and painful.
He clutched the pendant now, whispering softly.
> "I wonder who you were… and why you left me here."
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The day began like any other.
The older children helped with chores, the younger ones played in the yard, and Father Elric made sure everyone had something to eat. The scent of bread and wood smoke filled the halls, along with the laughter of children chasing one another.
Show sat apart, as he always did, on the worn-out bench near the well. He wasn't invisible, but he might as well have been. The others didn't hate him — they just didn't understand him.
There was something about his eyes — a stillness that made people uneasy.
But today, something inside him stirred. Maybe it was the sunlight, maybe it was the memory of last night's vision — that voice whispering from the flame.
Or maybe it was the simple, aching loneliness of watching life pass him by.
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> "Show!"
A voice called out — light and cheerful. It was Mira, a girl around his age with freckles and a smile brighter than the morning sun. She ran over, holding a wooden bucket.
> "Father said you should help me fetch water! Don't just sit there daydreaming!"
Show blinked, startled. "Ah— sorry. I was just…"
> "Thinking again, huh?" she teased, rolling her eyes. "You always look like you're solving the secrets of the universe."
He hesitated, then smiled — a small, awkward thing that felt strange on his face.
> "Maybe I am."
Mira laughed, the kind of laugh that made silence feel like warmth instead of emptiness. For the first time in a long while, Show found himself laughing too.
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They spent the morning together — carrying water, fixing the fence, even helping the younger kids chase after a stray chicken.
The air was filled with noise and color, and Show realized something simple yet profound: this was what life felt like.
When the day ended, Mira sat beside him under the oak tree behind the orphanage. The setting sun turned the sky to molten gold.
> "You're not so bad when you talk, you know," she said softly.
"I thought you hated noise," Show replied.
"Only when it's empty noise," she grinned. "Yours isn't."
He looked away, the faintest blush creeping onto his face. "You're strange."
> "Takes one to know one," she said, laughing again.
And for that brief moment — that one fleeting, perfect sunset — Show forgot about the flames, the whispers, and the nightmares. He was just a boy. A normal boy.
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Later that night, he found Father Elric by the old fireplace, reading a tattered book.
The old man looked up, smiling. "You've changed today."
Show tilted his head. "Changed?"
> "You smiled, my boy. That's a miracle greater than any spell I've ever seen."
Show chuckled softly, taking a seat beside him. "It felt… nice."
Elric closed the book gently. "Do you know what your name means, Show?"
He shook his head.
> "It means 'one who shines.' Maybe it's time you lived up to it."
Show gazed into the fire, his pendant catching the light. "I want to," he said quietly. "I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to… live."
The fire crackled, as if answering him.
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The next morning arrived with a chill wind. The mail carriage from the capital had come — a rare event that always stirred excitement. The children gathered around Father Elric as he sorted through letters and parcels.
Then his expression changed. He looked at one envelope — sealed with red wax, stamped with the sigil of a winged staff entwined with flame.
> "Show," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "This one's for you."
Show blinked in disbelief. "For me?"
He took the envelope carefully. The parchment was thick, its edges shimmering faintly with magic. The seal bore the emblem of Arcane Academy — the most prestigious magic institution in all of Arcania.
Hands shaking, he broke the seal. The words glowed briefly as he read:
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> "Dear Show,
It has come to our attention that you possess a unique magical resonance not registered in the capital archives.
By order of the Arcane Council, you are hereby invited to attend Arcane Academy, to undergo formal training in the control and mastery of your abilities.
The future of magic lies in your hands.
— Headmaster Alden Enchatrion , Arcane Academy"
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The letter trembled in Show's grasp.
Mira's voice broke the silence. "Show… you're going to the Academy?"
He turned to Father Elric, uncertain.
The old man smiled, eyes glistening. "It seems destiny has finally remembered you, my boy."
He reached into his pocket and took out something wrapped in old cloth — the same pendant Show wore, but this time with a matching fragment of crystal.
> "There was another piece," Elric said softly. "I kept it safe. I think… your parents wanted you to have it when your time came."
Show took it reverently, placing it beside his pendant. The two fragments pulsed — and for an instant, they fused, the crystal blazing with ancient light.
A whisper echoed again in his mind — distant yet familiar:
> "Child of flame… your path begins anew."
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That night, Show stood beneath the stars, the pendant glowing faintly against his chest.
The world felt vast — frightening, yet beautiful.
He thought of Mira's laughter, Elric's warmth, and the fire within his soul that had burned alone for so long.
> "I'll change," he whispered to the wind. "I'll live, and I'll make this fire mean something."
And for the first time in his life, the flame didn't flicker wildly or rage in fear — it shimmered gently, like it finally understood his resolve.
" I will find you one day...it's now my mission.. Dad. Mom. I will prove it !!"
Far from there, an area filled with darkness and distressed energy!
A man in shadow filled cloak laughed
" It's time for you to awake fire Boi!!"
What is waiting for Show to come in the future is still unknown to all .
To Be Continued
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