Singularity || Black Clover x Male Reader

Pardon My Memories

A pair of (S/c) hands lifted into the sky. Bright (E/c) eyes following the movements of each finger and how they seemed to have a mind of their own but at the very same time follow commands. This would be the first of many memories to come. Life as a young boy was quite comforting for a commoner such as yourself. Your parents had turned to architecture and made a considerable living, at least in the efforts of comfort over excess. 

Your mother's glimmering (E/c) eyes mirrored your own as a smile pulled onto her slender features. her hands trailed down and lifted you up, a squeal of happiness following as the woman entertained your young mind. The light of day shone into the kitchen you had followed to, illuminating her (H/c) locks to frame her elegant face. Your mother was something of a rough woman, assisting your father in his projects with her control over the earth itself, stone and dirt rising and falling to her whims. Watching her calloused but elegant fingers toy with the very soil beneath her was your first memory of magic. Your father reminded you of your mother but in a different way. Your mother was a silent worker, content in her work and happy-go-lucky when with you. Your father was the opposite. With you, he gave off a kind air of protection and knowledge but before others, he seemed all the more a showman. Give him an instrument and he would be no different from the people singing and dancing about in the books mother read to you. He stood rather tall, at least taller than your mother by a few inches at the very least. His rigid face was framed by short, greying dirty blonde hair though his growing age didn't deter him or his legacy. His mastery of trees is what truly interested your youthful mind the most once the concept of elements was taught to you. The memory of him referring to it as "magic of the wood" at some point when talking to a friend and stuck with you softly in silence.

Compared to your parents, you were truly the anomaly, however. A living testament of human betrayal of fate. Your parents met by chance, fell in love by chance, and somehow by chance found the time to have a child. It was expected of you to share your parent's affinity for earthly magic but as a young toddler, you could barely talk let alone control the elements and your mother silently reassured you it was perfectly fine and everyone discovered their talent differently. As the years dragged on and that toddler became a young boy, it became much harder to ignore the lack of magic that the boy showed. Your Father proved to be a hero in this regard as he leveraged the growing reputation of him and your mother to shift the focus away from you and toward his ever-growing projects.

(Y/n): Mom...

Your mother's loving gaze turned to you, the ever-present grin growing on her tired features.

Mother: What is it, my dear?

(Y/n): Why do I need magic?

The question seemed to stun her for a moment. Of course, for her it was as natural as breathing but...

Mother: Magic isn't needed per se... but it helps you with life. Your father and I are able to do wonderful things with our combined magic and make people happy. I'm sure when you discover your magic you will make others happy as well. 

Mom always knew how to melt the worry in your heart. She even managed to help you forget for a brief moment forget that you had still yet to show any affinity for earthen magic.

Fate seemed to relish in its mischief as you were quickly reminded of the fact magic had yet to take a hold of your young body. Your family home sat in the Commoner realm, placed on the outskirts of a village. You never cared to remember the name of the village as your father handled the majority of business in the small hamlet but you would soon be confronted with the village in the form of neighbors. Dad had spent the entirety of the morning speaking with a man you didn't know why your mother rushed off somewhere in a giddy manner. Thus, you were left to your own devices, desperately trying to force a couple of pebbles at your feet to dance or at least get a tree to sway against the wind.