It’s been eighteen years since I’ve been in this strange world, soaked through with magic. Or, as the natives call it, the Power. In any case, it doesn’t matter. It just so happened that I’m the youngest, and the weakest child, with a gift that’s practically atrophied. It’s like it exists, but there’s no sense in it. So I planned my life without even counting on it.
But, as the saying goes, man proposes, and God disposes. Or maybe it’s the unified information field of Earth that, through it all, I’m somehow here. Doesn’t matter. The main thing is: I found a way to strengthen my gift. And what—keep following the original plan? Sure. Come back tomorrow. If you’re going to walk, then walk!