The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the small village where little Ogata lived with his grandparents. The air was cool, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the dirt path. Ogata, with his usual quiet demeanor, was out for a walk, his mind lost in thoughts of the academy, his father, and the magical prowess he was supposed to inherit. His motherʼs words echoed in his mind, “Grow strong and good mage like your father...”

Suddenly, a faint, pained whimper caught his attention. His sharp eyes quickly scanned the area, and he spotted a small creature lying near the edge of the path. It was unlike any animal heʼd seen before—its form shimmered faintly with an ethereal glow, and its eyes, though clouded with pain, held a mysterious intelligence.

Ogata approached cautiously, his curiosity piqued. The creatureʼs breathing was shallow, and its body bore several wounds. He knelt down beside it, his usually stoic face showing a rare flicker of concern.

“What are you..?” he murmured, reaching out a tentative hand. His fingers felt warmth as he touched the small form. Ogataʼs mind raced—this wasnʼt just any animal. It had to be something magical.

His limited experience with magic told him that this creature might have some significance. Heʼd heard stories of familiars, magical creatures bonded to mages, aiding them in their endeavors. Could this be one of them?

Ogata glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby before making a decision. He couldnʼt just leave it here to die. His grandparents had taught him basic healing spells, though he wasnʼt very skilled at them yet. Taking a deep breath, he placed both hands gently on the creature and began to murmur an incantation.

The air around them seemed to hum with energy as he concentrated. A soft, golden light emanated from his small hands and enveloped the creature. The wounds slowly began to close, and its breathing grew steadier.

“Hang in there,” Ogata whispered, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.