Uncharted whisper

I woke up still feeling a bit tired; my body remained stiff due to the way I drained my mana. I changed my clothes, choosing ones suitable for training, and headed towards the pool. The weather was a bit hot, but it was early in the morning, so I didn't disturb Sylvia or my mother. As I went directly to the pool room, I observed my surroundings to ensure no one was awake yet. Slowly and cautiously, I walked towards the pool and immersed myself in it, letting my entire body rest in the water except for my head. The little Fairy followed me; she never did anything harmful, merely accompanying me since I left the Forest.

I focused on my mana, particularly on my hands, head, and legs, encountering difficulties in its flow, causing stiffness in those areas. I tried to delve deeper into my unconscious mind, likening my mana to the water in the pool and my body to the tower. However, as I concentrated on my heart, I felt a wave of rejection, almost like a heart attack, causing me to panic. Observing the Fairy circling around me, I returned to my room to change clothes once more and retrieved the Blue Book, although it continued to provide the same information. My mother suggested finding another approach.

Sitting at my desk, I began to jot down all the methods I'd tried. Suddenly, the Fairy behaved strangely, sitting in a focused manner, signaling me to do the same. I attempted to concentrate, trying to manifest some form of power within myself, yet I started doubting if magic was truly meant for me. I preferred using the sword, wondering why I was persisting with this. The Fairy got agitated and tried to communicate, but I could only hear faint squeaking noises. Despite her frustration, she continued to gesture and write slowly.

While I initially didn't pay much attention, I became concerned about the Fairy's writings, as my thoughts circled back to what my mother might think if I failed to progress in magic. As I read the Fairy's writing, I realized someone was directing her, seeking the best from me. Confused about what to do, I attempted a relaxation technique to gather my mana. However, when I focused on my heart, it felt as if it was racing uncontrollably, and my body grew hot, drenched in cold sweat. Attempting to accept this new form of mana, I felt bursts of it surging into my heart, causing concern. I managed to clean up the bloodstains caused by the burst of mana, pondering if this would help me discover my true type of magic.

I desired immense power to protect myself from potential manipulation of my emotions or strengths. As I interacted with the Fairy, despite my inability to understand her, she appeared smug and seemed to enjoy her victories, which I found amusing. To uplift my mood, I considered engaging in some form of art and began to draw, feeling as though my heart guided my hand. Surprisingly, when I touched the drawn object, it vanished from the paper, leaving me astonished. Contemplating mastering different elements to bring my drawings to life, I began to overthink the process.

Suddenly, a knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, and I recognized my mother's voice. Worriedly, I opened the door, only to find her accompanied by three individuals, appearing as if they were inspectors. Concerned, my mother didn't respond to my queries but allowed them to search my room. Despite their investigation, they didn't notice the Fairy. After some discussion, they exchanged glances, leaving me wondering if something serious had transpired. Unbeknownst to me, my surprised mother inspected me and noticed bloodstains on my clothes, prompting her to inquire about how I unlocked my mana in my heart.

In a mix of fear and concern, she rushed me to her room, insisting I change. She explained the dangers of mishandling mana, emphasizing its connection to one's soul and the risk of death if mishandled. She urged me to take my time in training, not to rush into things before being fully prepared. As she continued to express her worry, I walked to the window, gazing at the stars in the night sky, trying to comprehend her perspective. Despite her concerns, I expressed my urgency to progress, to not be a burden to others during my adventures, to become mentally and physically strong.

Observing her reaction, she stepped onto the balcony without responding. I followed, yearning to discover my true self, feeling like a puzzle I needed to solve. Regret filled me for being harsh with my mother, someone so close to my heart. Despite my pursuit of self-discovery, I couldn't dismiss the worry and care she held for me

I am longing to explore and discover my true identity. I've always felt like a puzzle needing solving, but I regret being rude to my mother; she doesn't deserve that kind of treatment."

I awoke still feeling fatigued; my body remained stiff due to how I drained my mana. After changing into clothes suitable for training, I headed towards the pool. The weather was warm, but it was early morning, so I didn't disturb Sylvia or my mother. Directly entering the pool room, I scanned around to ensure no one else was awake. Slowly, I immersed myself in the water, letting my entire body relax, except for my head. The little Fairy followed me, always by my side since I left the Forest.

Focusing on my mana, especially on my hands, head, and legs, proved difficult; there was stiffness blocking its flow in those areas. Attempting to delve deeper into my unconscious mind, likening my mana to the pool's water and my body to a tower, I concentrated on my heart. Suddenly, a wave of rejection surged through me, feeling like a heart attack, causing panic. Observing the Fairy circling around me, I returned to my room to change clothes once more and retrieved the Blue Book, but it continued offering the same information. My mother suggested finding another approach.

Seated at my desk, I began jotting down all the methods I'd tried. Suddenly, the Fairy behaved oddly, sitting in a focused manner, signaling me to do the same. I tried to concentrate, attempting to manifest some form of power within myself, yet I started doubting if magic was truly meant for me. I preferred using the sword, questioning why I was persisting with this. The Fairy became agitated, trying to communicate, but I could only hear faint squeaking noises. Despite her frustration, she continued gesturing and writing slowly.

Initially not paying much attention, I grew concerned about the Fairy's writings, circling back to what my mother might think if I failed to progress in magic. As I read the Fairy's writing, I realized someone was directing her, seeking the best from me. Confused about what to do, I attempted a relaxation technique to gather my mana. However, when I focused on my heart, it felt like it was racing uncontrollably, and my body grew hot, drenched in cold sweat. Attempting to accept this new form of mana, I felt bursts of it surging into my heart, causing concern. I managed to clean up the bloodstains caused by the burst of mana, pondering if this would help me discover my true type of magic.

I desired immense power to protect myself from potential manipulation of my emotions or strengths. Despite my inability to understand the Fairy, she appeared smug and seemed to enjoy her victories, which I found amusing. To uplift my mood, I considered engaging in some form of art and began to draw, feeling as though my heart guided my hand. Surprisingly, when I touched the drawn object, it vanished from the paper, leaving me astonished. Contemplating mastering different elements to bring my drawings to life, I began to overthink the process.

Suddenly, a knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, and I recognized my mother's voice. Worriedly, I opened the door, only to find her accompanied by three individuals, appearing as if they were inspectors. Concerned, my mother didn't respond to my queries but allowed them to search my room. Despite their investigation, they didn't notice the Fairy. After some discussion, they exchanged glances, leaving me wondering if something serious had transpired. Unbeknownst to me, my surprised mother inspected me and noticed bloodstains on my clothes, prompting her to inquire about how I unlocked my mana in my heart.

In a mix of fear and concern, she rushed me to her room, insisting I change. She explained the dangers of mishandling mana, emphasizing its connection to one's soul and the risk of death if mishandled. She urged me to take my time in training, not to rush into things before being fully prepared. As she continued to express her worry, I walked to the window, gazing at the stars in the night sky, trying to comprehend her perspective. Despite her concerns, I expressed my urgency to progress, to not be a burden to others during my adventures, to become mentally and physically strong.

Observing her reaction, she stepped onto the balcony without responding. I followed, I just want to discover my true self, feeling like a puzzle I needed to solve. Regret filled me for being harsh with my mother, someone so close to my heart. Despite my pursuit of self-discovery, I couldn't dismiss the worry and care she held for me and I have to act with Manners and stop being selfish because after all she's my mother she helped me in every way possible even in my memories she still a person that I can't abandoned and I don't want her to feel the same way when I get abandoned