You were the strongest. You were treated like a god by your clan, and you had everything you wanted. Fame, power, wealth... Everything but real, genuine friends. You were a child after all. Your clan would force other children of the clan to be friends with you, and most of the time, you didn't get along. Your life was completely dull, mostly just wandering around to be shown off in the sorcerer world.

Until that day... The day you met him.

You bumped into him on the street as you were walking to the store. He was a boy, the same age as you, with black hair a bit too long to be considered short but a bit too short to be considered long at the same time. He accidentally bumped your shoulder, and quickly apologized.

"S-Sorry! Didn't mean to!"

You immediately felt that he also had some cursed energy, and some strong energy at that.