Mundus Magi: Denatoria

Chapter I : The Unspoken Tapestry of Us

"I need to improve with every practice," Adaleiah thought. She stood before a large window, gazing out at the kingdom while honing her powers within her room. The chamber was surrounded by ancient books and mystical crystals, casting a unique light into every corner. Slowly, she released a blue ball of energy from her right hand. It sparkled and grew, illuminating the entire room like a brilliant star in the sky.

Focused on her task, her pointed ears twitched at the sound of approaching armored footsteps from outside her room. The clash of shields and swords with each step sounded like crashing waves. The echo grew louder as it came, accompanied by the heavy tread of a warrior. Despite the noise, she remained undisturbed, enhancing her energy, which emitted an even brighter light. She knew the warrior was right outside her door when the echoes stopped. The door creaked open behind her.

"It seems your power is truly unstoppable," said a man with a captivating voice. "Your strength matches your beauty," he added, with a hint of admiration.

Adaleiah slowly turned to face the young man, and as she clenched her right hand, the blue light vanished instantly with every movement, the wind danced around her, gently swaying her white dress and long brown hair. "Good morning, Altus Aurik Dreyford," Adaleiah greeted the prince with a smile. Her voice was cold but respectful and had a captivating allure—a melodious tone that resonated with an enchanting warmth. It was the kind of voice that lingered in the air, drawing you in with its rich, velvety quality. Her sky-blue eyes glowed with intelligence. "How may I serve the future noble prince?" she asked, stepping closer with almost magical grace.

The room echoed again as Prince Aurik laid his large, heavy sword on the table, the sound like a deep bellow from a giant piece of iron. Aurik pulled a chair beside the table and sat down, his eyes full of admiration and curiosity. "Did I interrupt your meditation?" he asked.

Adaleiah sat on the opposite side of the table, her movements full of grace. "Not at all," she said, a smile forming on her lips.

With a flick of her fingers, a jug of grape wine floated in the air. As she glanced at the two golden goblets, they moved on their own on the table, settling in front of them as if they had a life of their own. Another wave of her hand, and the wine poured from the jug into the goblets, as if carried by the wind. "Would you care for a drink as we deliberate on your purpose, Altus?" Adaleiah asked, her voice naturally charming without any pretense.

Aurik smiled at her and drank from the golden goblet, the taste of the wine warming his chest. "I can't help but be amazed at your tricks, Adaleiah," he teased, hiding the thrill in his heart as he admired her graceful movements and beauty.

Adaleiah smiled back, though her face showed a hint of irritation at Aurik's words. "Oh, Aurik, your flowery compliments and playful jests remain ever vibrant. How many times must I remind you that it is called power, not mere tricks like those one might find at a fair?" She twirled her finger, and the jug floated again to pour more wine into Aurik's goblet, her eyes glowing with confidence and courage.

Every movement and word of Adaleiah was like art, full of elegance and strength, while Aurik continued to gaze at her, full of admiration.

Adaleiah had trained for a long time to master her ability to move objects with her mind. Intelligent and diligent, she worked hard to become an expert, eventually moving objects without weakening or using much energy.

"Now I understand why you're Sathra Griades' favorite student," Aurik said.

Adaleiah took a sip from her goblet. "Sathra Griades is akin to a father to me, as he and your father, the king, have both served as paternal figures throughout my childhood." Her voice was filled with respect and gratitude for these two important figures in her life.