It was exactly 12 midnight
when the light in Harry's room suddenly turned off by itself.
The next moment—
the old book lying on his table
began to glow with a soft blue light.
That book was given to him by his grandfather,
who had once said,
"Open this only when the world stops understanding you."
Harry had never taken those words seriously.
But tonight…
the light felt alive.
He slowly reached out his hand.
THUD!
The book opened on its own.
On the first page, it read:
"If you are reading this,
you are not normal."
Harry's breath caught in his throat.
The next line said:
"You are one of those
who can see the truth."
Suddenly, the air in the room grew wild.
Outside the window,
a circular portal began to form in the sky.
And from within it came a voice:
"You're late, Harry.
The Academy is waiting for you."
"Which academy?"
Harry shouted.
From the portal stepped out a girl—
eyes shining like silver,
holding a tall staff in her hand.
"Neelvan Academy of Arcanum,"
she said calmly.
"A place where magic is not taught…
it is remembered."
"And what if I don't come?"
Harry asked.
The girl stayed silent for a moment,
then replied softly:
"Then your power
will destroy you from within."
The portal began to close.
Harry saw flashes of his life—
school bullying,
the strange energy inside him,
and the dreams that always felt too real to ignore.
He grabbed the book
and ran toward the portal.
The moment he stepped inside—
THE ENTIRE WORLD CHANGED.
And that
was where his story truly began…