\tIt was cold. There was crying that could be heard over the sound of pouring rain. Wait, was I the one crying? With realization, I would myself not even in a basket, but a baby, wrapped in a blanket, set upon the ground of a soaking forest. This was no good, this did not go to plan, at this rate I will forget. As much as I tried to stay awake, I couldn't fight back the urge to quiet myself through a deep sleep. All the trouble, all the sacrifices to reach this point in vain. I had only just come here and I was already done for.\tOr so I thought, I would soon find myself awake, warm, and in a crib. My clothes were changed into a comfortable one piece with the ones I was wearing set on a table to the side. I tried to inspect the room but it was difficult to do so, mostly due to the fact I couldn't sit myself up nor use my neck in the slightest. However, from what I can tell from staring at the wall, it appears that the place I had been taken to is an orphanage. This was a bit troublesome considering what I am trying to accomplish- what I am trying to accomplish? I was trying to accomplish something, I'm sure of it but I have no recollection as to what it is. No good- but I am feeling hot, perhaps I should rest.\tI awoke once again to someone calling the name "Gracia", whoever that is. It was a soft voice as if trying to wake a sleeping baby. Whoever it was that was calling must be really kind. With this, I would open my eyes and flopped my head to the side so I can see, of which I am greeted with a woman's face right in front of mine, as beautiful as she was, it shocked my poor baby self to the point of crying, as pathetic as that is. This would cause the woman to look in concern and shock before she quickly lifted me up and cradled me slowly, softly, humming the tune to a rather calming song, though it sounded quite sad.\tA year has passed and I have learned and forgotten, a great bit. All memories of my ambitions and past and name from before were forgotten, however, I believe it just a dream of sorts. As of right now, my name is Gracia, Gracia Aranbell. I was supposedly named after the orphanage that took me in, at least my last name is. The one who saved me and has taken care of me over the past year is named Aria. She hasn't told me my last name, in fact, I shouldn't even know her first since I am supposed to call her "Sister" at all times, not that I can actually say it properly since vocal cords are still slightly undeveloped, making it sound like "shishta". As undeveloped as they are, I have been training myself. From what it seems like, I am developing mentally faster than that of the other children around my age. I'm walking around and reading books in the library. The nuns and head priest call me a "prodigy" and "blessing from the gods". For some reason that second one irked me, however, I have no idea as to why.\tI have found that there is such thing as magic, the basis of which the world runs on. Magic is counted on by all people, and even creatures. Upon scouring the entire library I would find only holy magic, which was a shame. I truly wanted to try learning dark magic. Why? I don't know, I just do, however, I would never say such a thing out loud. Despite being disappointed by the fact there was only holy magic, though it wasn't surprising, I began reading. Oddly enough I was able to read it perfectly, at least in my head. If I were to read something out loud to ask a question or point out something interesting it would come out as something like, "End den dey twaveld to de cayve..." of which the nuns would just frolic with joy and excitement. Useless. The only person who would help me understand things was Aria, though she also seemed on the tipping point of jumping around.\tI have just hit five years old. Despite my age, I am currently a two-star magician. This is an impressive feat considering even middle-aged men have yet to reach such a status. However, it's because of this that the orphanage isn't letting me get adopted. They say my time just hasn't come yet. I personally don't mind this. It gives me more time to perfect my magic. I have already read all the books in the library, so I have been using this time tinkering with what I know. There are certain modifications that I have found that you can apply to magic. This is wide-range and duplication. Wide range applied to a healing spell would cast that healing spell over a specified area, healing all subjects in that area. Duplication applied to a healing spell would cast that healing spell only to specified individuals or areas. But what happens if you apply these modifications to other spells?\tI first tried wide range and blink, a spell used for quick travel of short distances, both animate and inanimate objects. I used this to travel around the orphanage when I was late to class or morning worship. Upon combining this modification to the spell I would find I was no longer at the orphanage but in a forest. This was strange, I won't quite exactly remember this place, is the teleporting random? That can't be true, this forest for some reason gives me a bad feeling. Like something bad had happened. Before it made me feel even more uncomfortable I left.\tThat night I experimented some more, attempting to forget about the feeling I had felt, and found that the modifications can be applied to everything. From cleaning magic to buffing magic, it works on all of it. However, certain spells can be applied to make different effects. I had found that high-grade healing is fundamentally reconstructing that organ. It was so complex that we could only learn it after completing an exam on anatomy. So, what if you were to duplicate that over your own body over perfectly fine appendages? The results of which were astounding. I could manipulate the muscles and sizes of my body, which I did. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I could beat a normal military man in arm wrestling. However, what if you were to do a wide range of high-grade healing in a condensed space. The results of this were surprising, a wide range of high-grade healing allows you to manipulate and construct multiple appendages, meaning that, if done correctly, you could make another being of flesh and blood. When finished they were perfect, they looked like an adult form of me! Long, blonde hair, a well-endowed chest, and rear, perfect thighs, tall. Just looking at them makes me excited, however, they had no memories or brainpower, so they were essentially a mannequin that has blood pumping through it. I canceled the spell, the incomplete experiment disappearing from existence.\tTen years old, at this point I have found that wide-range blink can be used to teleport to places ingrained in your memory, of which I used to teleport into the Grand Library in the capital, having seen a very descriptive photo of it in the orphanage's library. Nevertheless, today was the day that I can touch the destiny crystal. The one of which will tell me what my fate holds in store for me. Aria was excited for me and even the head priest was there. Upon walking forward I would slowly place my hand on the crystal, a swirling of colors would appear inside it, leaving everyone in the room besides myself in awe. The crystal would suddenly shatter as I stood there, in shock. Everyone was excited for me, hugging me from behind as if I had just gotten the greatest thing in the world. They were only looking at the flashing lights. They were only paying attention to the pretty colors. Clearly, in the middle of the crystal, in black, it had stated one thing.\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t"Destruction"