The Magus Echoes of the forgotten

Misunderstanding

A small chuckle escaped Asselin's mouth observing the shocked expression on the silver headed baby's face.

"Oh my, did I startle you, little Ely?"

Her words were like honey that could calm even the most eruptive volcano.

But it seemed that her words fell on deaf ears, as the silver-haired baby shrank even further beneath his blanket. He trembled so intensely that one could mistake him for being lost in a white dessert.

He was deeply shaken.

It was his first time witnessing magic, but its pleasantness was ruined when he realized it was dark magic.

In his former life as Mark, such notions were alien to him. The concept of witchcraft, often brushed off as stories concocted for privileged children, held little weight in his life. Such Luxuries were far removed from his everyday reality. His main preoccupation centered around the modest desire for a peaceful night's sleep.

Now, seeing what he had always considered mere spooky tales come to life, and to top it off, witnessing his Nana