Introduction.

Memories would come and go in my mind, such as the nostalgic smell of old wood from a small library near home, the rich taste of a condensed latte, and the afternoons spent chatting with a woman on a screen who looked older and tired. It was with these memories that pummeled my chest every night that i came to realize that i was no longer alive. Now, with memories of two vastly differents lives intertwined, i continue to live in a place that, despite the years, feels more foreign than ever before.

"Rio...Orion!" a voice startled me from my thoughts." i´ve told you a thousand times not to put the potions next to the scrolls, if they spill, they´ll ruin everything", Merlowe shouted in anger, her ears poking out from her hair and her dark complexion accentuating her emerald eyes and lilac hair.

"sorry Marlowe, it wasn´t on purpose. i was..." i tried to explain before she cut me off, knowing what i was about to say.

"Distracted, i know. i told your mother that it wasn´t a good idea for you to work in my store after class. You know how stubborn she can be. 

At your age, all boys want to do is play after class," she finished with a stern tone.

"Auntie, i´m already sixteen. it´s normal age to start these things, and it´ll help me get rid of the extra sorcery classes with Mr Heissendel´s suspense," i replied seriously, understanding what she meant. This job was my parents´ last resort to get me focused. Unlike the rest of my family, i had trouble keeping up with others. it felt like i was born null en a world where magic was of paramount importance. nowadays, people couldn´t even fix their shoes without the help of magic. Though I realized that wasn't the case for me, I still had to learn magic just to do everything on my own.

For 16 years, my family thought I had an unusual disease or curse. To my classmates and teachers, I was just a good-for-nothing. Though not everything was dreadful in my new life. Here, the working situation didn't exclude anyone, unlike my past memories.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say. Do me a favor and take this to your mother," Marlowe said, taking a few crystals and putting them in a bag. "And get away from my things," she added, throwing the bag at my face with a chuckle.

Following my aunt's orders, I took the bag and headed towards home. The route was easy to remember amidst my internal chaos. It was a similar path to my past life: walking to the center that was a few minutes away, continuing after the bakery, walking for a while until I saw Mrs. Feirch's bookstore, and just behind it, a small, vaguely yellow wooden house.

I took a deep breath, knowing what was to come, and knocked on the door three times. A woman with short hair and Marlowe-like features hastily answered the door, making me shrink for a moment.

"Orion, your aunt told me what happened. This is the tenth time this week. Don't you get tired of living in your own world? If you can't get anything done at school, at least help with the business," my mother said, clearly angry about the situation.

"I-I'm sorry, Mom. But, in my defense, you know how little I concentrate on everything," I tried to make an excuse with a mocking tone, which was not a good idea. My mother's face turned red with rage, and almost as if by reflex, everything around her began to float and crash against the walls.

"No, Carlile, I think you heard him correctly. Actually, leave him alone. You know that the poor man falls short. He doesn't even know how to interpret a parchment correctly," a man interrupted me. He had tall, drooping ears and elongated features with very pale skin.

I was silent before his comment, unable to reproach him because he was right. "Carlile, don't say that about your son. He's clumsy, very clumsy, much more clumsy than other children. But I don't think he's stupid. He just struggles more than other children his age," my mother said, trying to defend me. Her attempts to defend me lost all consistency when she looked her husband in the face. My mother wasn't a good liar, and her face often revealed her true thoughts.

I lowered my head in defeat and placed the bag on a small dresser near the sofa. Then, I opened the door once more and started walking. At a certain point, I couldn't blame them anymore because they were right. In this world, we lived in a Utopia. Each race performed a function. The elves protected nature and distributed magical equipment, the witches provided merchandise, the harpies dominated the skies, the hippogriffs ensured safety, the fairies provided their needs, the orcs were blacksmiths, and the giants guarded the palace. Inside the palace lived the rulers divided into gods and demigods. Everyone fulfilled a function, and everyone in Aítopu could use magic, even non-magical beings, thanks to the elf scrolls. However, I couldn't even do magic with the scrolls. I was a total zero, a useless person.