He also remembered the determination that followed. The desire to become stronger. Strong enough that he would never be helpless again.
Time passed quickly before his eyes.
He watched the younger version of himself awaken his mana core, then saw the looks of wonder that appeared on the faces of the villagers when they realised how easily magic came to him. He remembered the jealous taunts from some of the children he used to play with and the long days he spent alone, practising the few spells he understood while trying to imagine what his future might look like.
Before he knew it, he was sixteen; The age of majority in this world.
The age when most people were expected to decide what they intended to do with their lives.
After selling what little remained of his father's property, the old man gave Elion a small pittance and sent him on his way with a merchant caravan headed toward Westmere City.
