The Magical World and the Little Mage
In the arcane city of Iserlot, crystal lamps shimmer along the streets, magical runes float in the air, and even the cries of street vendors carry a touch of enchantment.
Nine-year-old Luna walked lightly across the cobblestone road, clutching a small cloth bag. Her long aqua-blue hair, tipped with a faint blush of pink, glimmered under the sunlight like dawn’s first light. Her wide eyes darted left and right, sparkling with endless curiosity.
“Wow! That bread just floated on its own!”
Luna’s eyes grew wide as she watched a loaf lazily drift into the air, only to be snatched back down by the vendor.
“Careful, young lady. These loaves haven’t been sealed with runes yet!” the shopkeeper chuckled.
Luna puffed her cheeks, but her smile betrayed her excitement. She loved these little magical surprises most of all.
Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound split the air.
CRASH!
A tiny dragon, its scales glimmering like scattered jewels, burst from its cage behind the stalls! Its wings beat furiously, whipping up a sudden gust of wind that sent the marketplace spiraling into chaos.
People screamed, stalls collapsed, spells flickered wildly in every direction.
Luna froze, her heart thundering. She wanted to run, but her legs refused to move.
Then, the baby dragon’s golden eyes locked on hers—filled with both defiance and a strange plea for help.
Luna bit her lip, drawing a deep breath.
“…Really? I only came here to shop!”
With that, she raised her small hand, and a faint glow of magic lit up at her fingertips.
And so, the first adventure of the Little Mage began.
