How a commoner saved the world

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       In the ethereal realm of childhood memories, where dreams and reality dance together, lived a young girl named Miol. Her father, a powerful mage named Sonny, was a distant figure in her life, yet his presence lingered in the corners of her mind, like a haunting melody.

Miol's memories of her father were vague and fleeting, like fragments of a forgotten dream. She remembered his warm embrace, his gentle smile, and the way his eyes sparkled with magic whenever he cast a spell.

One of her most vivid memories was of a time when she was very young. She had been playing in the garden when she fell and scraped her knee. Sonny had rushed to her side and placed his hand over the wound. A warm glow surrounded her knee, and the pain vanished instantly.

Miol had been amazed. She had never seen anything like it before.

"What did you do?" she had asked.

"I used a little magic to make you feel ALL better," Sonny replied with a smile.

Miol had beamed with pride. Her father was a real wizard!

As Miol grew older, she saw less and less of her father. He was always busy with his work, traveling to distant lands to study magic and protect the realm from evil. But whenever he was home, he made sure to spend time with his daughter.

One night, when Miol was seven years old, she woke up to find her father standing in her doorway. He looked different than usual. His eyes were dark and troubled, and his face was lined with worry.

"Miol, My sweet angel, " he said, his voice grave. "I need you to be brave."

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Miol asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Something bad is coming," Sonny said. "Something that could threaten the entire realm. I need to go away for a while to try to stop it."

Miol's eyes filled with tears. "But I don't want you to go," she said. "I'll miss you."

Sonny knelt down and hugged her tightly. "I'll miss you too, my darling," he said. "But I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

He kissed her forehead and then disappeared into the night; before he left he gifted the young girl with a beautiful crystal necklace, one that was as vibrant as her personality.

Miol never saw her father again.

As the years passed, Miol's memories of her father faded, but the love she felt for him never did. She knew that he was a good man, a powerful mage, and a loving father. She also knew that he had sacrificed everything to protect her and the realm.

At the ripe age of 8, when most kids began to show signs of magical abilities, Miol found she had none at the moment. This fact disheartened the poor girl until she reminisced on her father, would he have really wanted her to give in so easily? 

Even though Miol's memories of her father were vague, she knew that he would always be with her in spirit. He was her inspiration, her hero, and her guiding light. 

She had no family but him and felt alone until she remembered where she resided. which was the beautiful farm her father had built for them. The secluded farm stood amidst rolling hills, nestled within a lush green valley. It was a peaceful oasis, far from the hustle and bustle of villages and towns. Miol was unaware of the discrimination faced in the outer realms.

A winding dirt road led to the farm, disappearing into the dense forest that surrounded it. The only sounds were the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

The farmhouse was a charming two-story cottage, with white clapboard walls and a wraparound porch. A weathered barn stood nearby, along with a few other outbuildings.

A neatly plowed field stretched out behind the house, and a small orchard stood to the side. Chickens and ducks roamed freely around the yard, while a cow and a horse grazed in the distance.

The farm was a picture of tranquility, a place where time seemed to stand still. It was the perfect place to escape the stresses of modern life and reconnect with nature. 

Tending to the crops and animals had left Miol with a toned, lean body; It was hard work dragging around bags of hay, carrying buckets of milk and water, along with chicken pellets. This wasn't the only thing the young girl was getting into. 

Miol had always been intrigued by her father's magical weapons. though, without any power, they only looked like fancy weapons she'd see on the guard's backs and waists as they pranced along the long dirt road across from her home. One weapon, in particular, was Miol's absolute favorite; just seeing one made her day, this weapon was her father's double-edged spear which was made of beautiful white oak wood and titanium. 

Every day, when the sun began to rise, Miol would tend to her duties and then practice with this dangerous weapon for hours until she needed to work again. This began to become routine once she was 9 years old. Planted on one of the rolling hills was a beautiful tree, its bark withheld sweet nectar, and its leaves were a beautiful silver color which contrasted against the dark, rich oak of the tree. Sprung to one of the branches were two silver pots. They swayed from side to side, spinning around on their stringed handles. Miol used these to practice her hits, which left the abused pots with large gashes and cuts across their metal bodies. 

Today was that time of day, and Miol was ready to give those pots a beating. 

The young girl, with her long dark hair tied in a braid, stood tall and proud atop the hill, Her sharp spear was held tightly in her grip, and her sharp grey eyes were focused on the two pots strung to the tree before her.

She had been training for this moment for months. Every day, she would come to the clearing and practice her spearfighting. She would start by simply throwing the spear at a target, but gradually, she began to move more fluidly, incorporating dance-like movements into her attacks.

Now, it was time to put her skills to the test.

With a deep breath, the girl charged at the pots. She spun her spear in her hand, and with a swift motion, she thrust it forward. The spear pierced the first pot with ease, and the pot shattered into a thousand pieces.

The girl twisted her body and brought the spear back around. She aimed carefully at the second pot, and with another lightning-fast thrust, she pierced it as well. The second pot shattered, and the girl stood victorious.

Miol stood there, panting softly, twisting the spear in her hand expertly, the wood pole resting on her back as the girl's chest rose and fell. Miol took a moment to look down at her hands, which were full of callouses and cuts from her hard work in the fields. The female took a moment to sit down against the beautiful, almost mythical-looking tree, her eyes peering over across the vibrant green grass to the farm. She came to a sudden realization, one that would change her life forever. 

"This is wrong...Isn't it?" The female spoke with a small huff, clenching her fists. "I wanna get stronger, I want to be just like him." The female spoke softly, though a determined smile crept onto her fair features, and at that moment, the 9 year old girl set off towards the house, panting softly as the wind blew through her hair, her baggy tunic flowing in the wind. 

Miol was in for a rude awakening. 

She knew nothing about the world.