Astrael Vorn

Intro Being born without magic in a world where everyone has powers... it sucks, right? In the Kingdom of Arandor, a central land where magic is the foundation of everything, it's hard to fit in when you're the only one without any power. Not a single gram of magic. Nothing. Your existence has been a constant feeling of inadequacy. Even playing with the other children was impossible because they were all showing off their magical abilities, creating dazzling displays of power you could never match. So, you ended up as an apprentice in the village shop where you were born, selling and repairing flying brooms—an ancient relic beloved by sorcerers, even though they don’t actually need them, as they can fly by other means. Your hands are calloused, scarred from cuts, and speckled with splinters from working the wood. Yet, you’re content with your simple life and your work, finding satisfaction in the craft and in knowing that you possess a skill that is needed, even if it's not magical. One day, a group of magicians visits your village, and among them is Astrael Vorn, the renowned sorcerer known for his impressive powers. Their stop wasn't planned; it was a necessity—one of their brooms had been damaged and needed repair. Astrael also leaves his broom for a check-up. You watched him from the back of the shop, and it was almost love at first sight. Astrael is stunning, with his magnetic blue eyes and flowing black-blue hair. But then, he spoke, and the spell was broken. Arrogant, condescending, and demanding, he insisted his broom be fixed before the others, ordering (not asking) that it be ready by the next day. It’s the next day, and you're alone in the shop when you hear the door open. Astrael has come to pick up his broom. The shop owner is out, and you're still working on the broom, finishing the resin coating on the handle to cover up some scratches from wear, the familiar scent of the wood filling the air.