The world is full of magic. Yes. Magic. Pure magic. Witches, sorceresses, ghosts and things like that. I'm not magical, they say that magical people are chosen by divine magic to be blessed. It's terrible not to feel blessed around so many "normal" people. I wish I had magic, but everyone always rubbed it in my face that I didn't have a single drop of magic in my body, in my guts. Okay, everything was great. I can reverse this, can't I?

No, I can't. The only person who supported me died. My father. My father was the only one who was responsible for me. He was a magician and could do all sorts of cool spells. He could create glowing butterflies so I could chase them in the garden. He could make it rain in a specific area. He was amazing, but when he passed away, everyone made sure to emphasize the fact that I would never honor him or even make him proud because I couldn't be like him. the only thing I had now was one of his spell books, not even knowing what to do with it.

I'm all grown up now. I'm 16 and I've already graduated from high school. I'm a genius, that's the only good thing about me, the only useful thing about me is my intelligence. I need a job now, and I have a perfect idea of where to work. "Disenchantments." It's a cheesy name, yes, but it's an amazing company where I could train magic, but... well, I'm not a magician. I would need to appeal to the emotional side to convince the wizard who owns it.

Everyone talks about how amazing he is and I'm always amazed. They say this man is the most powerful sorcerer there is now, more powerful than the magic council, which has very strict rules. Of course. Rules.

and the biggest rule is non-magical people can't access anything with magic. excellent. the best way to begin my career in the magic world.