Prologue

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Twenty -five years ago

On a cold winter morning, a very sad man walked with a child, embarking on a long journey. He chose not to use his magic, for he wanted to enjoy these last few moments before their separation a bit longer. Yet, he knew this was the right choice to ensure her safety, away from the turmoil of his life.

The man entrusted the child, just two and a half years old, to his most loyal advisor and dear friend, Jason. He promised to protect her, his face filled with determination. The child, with her chubby cheeks, beautiful violet eyes, and brown wavy hair, wore an adoring smile. She didn't understand why the man was sad, so she offered him her favorite toy to cheer him up. Seeing this, the man felt a surge of happiness and love.

He then transported all three of them to an interdimensional pocket. He watched the child play, her laughter echoing in the pocket of magic he had created. It was filled with everything a child so young might need. As he turned to leave, the child waved her tiny hand, her bracelet glinting in the soft light. The man's heart ached, but he knew this sacrifice was necessary. With one last glance, he stepped into the unknown, hoping they would reunite one day. 

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