Hi. My name is Rei. Rei Magnus.
All my life I've been surrounded by marvelous things. Magic, to be specific.
Everyone in my life has been able to produce the finest magic, with the help of their unique and special "quirk" as most called it. It actually really named "Special Extra". But anyways,
I can't use magic.
Most people unlock their abilities to magic at four years. I didn't. The Healer of the North had explained that I was.. hopeless.
But the thing that baffled me the most was the fact that everyone in my family were witches and wizards. We had weak genes when it came to how powerful we are, but we all had magic. I'm one of the first born to no magic abilities, though the other ones before me were executed over a thousand years ago.
My own mother tried sacrificing me to lighten the load of work, as I had seven sisters and brothers. But somehow, I survived. That's why they kept me alive, because I survived the the Grim Reaper's Offer.
The Grim Reaper's Offer is a tomb of the last Grim Reaper.
(Think of it like the Avatar in The Last Airbender)
When the Reaper dies, it is passed on to the most powerful witch or wizard next in line. And then after they die, it is passed to the NEXT most powerful.
The line of the Reapers hasn't been continued strangely for over a hundred years, and no one knows why.
Since I can't do magic, I challenged myself to know WHY I didn't die from the Grim Reaper's Offer, and WHAT happened to the Grim Reaper line.
A girl needs to keep herself busy, right?
Hi! Thanks for reading my very bad story! Hope to continue this story and improve. Bye! -Nau
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The Witch Who Couldn't
FantasíaRei, a young witch who lives in a society where witches and wizards live and thrive on magic. Everyone has been gifted on the ability to cast spells. Except her. Everyone has been given their own magical bonus quirk. Except her. Rei has always been...
