I sank onto the cold stone of the cave floor, my fingers brushing against the rough surface as my mind raced. My system—my principle system—was alive in my consciousness, a constant hum at the back of my skull. I needed to understand it. I needed to know what tools I had at my disposal, and more importantly… how far I could push it.
[SYSTEM: CHECK STARTER PACK]
A panel appeared in front of me, sleek and silver, words scrolling smoothly:
Starter Pack Contents:
Basic Book of Spells (Beginner → Advanced)
Random Wand Card – Summons a wand perfectly suited to the user. Spins through countless possibilities. Legendary options included.
Skill Acquired: Wandless Magic 1/200
Skill Acquired: Eidetic Memory
Skill Acquired: Mind Arts • Legilimency 1/25 • Occlumency 1/25 • Mind Design 0/25
I blinked slowly. I had a book of spells, from the very first incantation to the highest magic I could imagine. That… was incredible, even for a world where magic existed. And then my eyes locked onto the wand card.
A simple, rectangular card, nothing flashy—yet pulsing faintly with an invisible energy. I drew it instinctively, feeling the hum of potential magic beneath my fingertips.
[Random Wand Card Activated]
The card spun, endlessly flipping through options, shifting light, textures, and intricate carvings I couldn't immediately comprehend. I watched, fascinated, as it counted through wand after wand, each one seeming more magnificent than the last: Elder wands I had read about in legends, wands of rare wood infused with dragon heartstrings, phoenix feathers glowing with latent power…
And then it stopped.
A shiver ran down my spine. The wand in my hand was impossibly perfect—the Elder One to the Death Stick, the kind of wand that legends whispered about in hushed tones. My luck was… obscene.
I flexed my fingers around it, feeling the perfect resonance between wand and hand. I smiled. "Well," I muttered, "I guess I'm insanely lucky."
I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the hum of magic around me. I tested a small flick, and to my delight, sparks danced across the air without the need for an incantation. Wandless magic. Level one. A laugh escaped me—I had only just begun.
I tapped my head, letting my eidetic memory settle in. Every book, every scroll, every fragment of knowledge I had ever read in my previous life now existed at my fingertips. Science, magic, history, combat techniques—I could recall it perfectly, instantly. Nothing was lost.
Then I turned my attention to the mind arts. Legilimency, Occlumency, and Mind Design. Skills that could pierce the depths of thought, guard my own mind, and even shape the cognition of others. Tiny progress at first—1/25—but the potential… limitless. I could teach these to the other children eventually, subtly guiding them, preparing them for the challenges this world would throw at us.
I flexed my fingers around the wand once more, feeling the potential in my hands, and I realized: I was no longer the sick child I had once been. My body had healed, my mind was sharper than any human—or wizard—could imagine, and my system provided limitless opportunity. Every lesson I taught, every principle I established, every child I guided… points, power, mastery.
I looked at the others. Godric's fiery determination, Rowena's piercing intelligence, Helga's warm encouragement, Salazar's calculating gaze… all of them brilliant, all of them extraordinary in their own ways. And I, Seraphina Silverwind, now fused with the soul of a genius from another world, had the tools to shape them, shape the world, and leave my mark on history.
I gripped the wand tighter. The Elder One to the Death Stick. My mind danced with possibilities. The cave, the fear, the flight from persecution—all of it suddenly seemed like a prelude to something far greater.
"Time to start," I whispered. "Time to awaken our power… and make sure the world remembers our names."
And somewhere deep inside me, the system pulsed in approval. Points awaited. Progress awaited. The path to legend had just begun.