3 Crescent Moon 4yr

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"What? You left your home willingly? But why?" Chang'e gaped, staring at her white-haired companion in bewilderment.

Harith nodded. "Well, magic is my life. I've been able to do magic since I was born. I remember my mother telling me that the moment I was born, I had cried and created a burst of purple-blue magic," he says. "But the people in my village — in the Enchanted Forest — didn't think the same way.

"They began to stagnate — in magic, I mean. My people, the Leonins, were content with what they had and believed that no danger would ever come to them. Thus, the practice of the magical arts began to slow and decline."

"The magic academy was out of syllabus, always using old magic tricks and never inventing newer and better skills. Always, always, always staying the same, never changing."

"Through the years, I rose through the ranks of the magic academy very quickly, and soon enough at twelve years old I had become the most powerful mage among the Leonins."

Harith let out a sigh. Crossing his hands behind his head, he continued, "I couldn't stay in the village. Not if they continued to waste away their magic. So, when I finally mastered the three skills