The Magician's Revenge

Mason was the odd one among the magicians of Crystal city. Unlike his peers, he has not inherited a wand or spell book from his parents, despite their reputation as powerful sorcerers.

Mason had always felt like an outsider in his own community, constantly overshadowed by his classmates' magical abilities. All he had was a mysterious pair of gloves that had been sitting untouched in his room for a year.

Determined to discover the truth behind his lack of magic, Mason began to go deeper into his family history. He stumbled upon a dark secret that had been kept hidden for generations.

Mason learned that his ancestors had been involved in the conflict that had divided the people of crystal city, and had made a fateful decision to seal the magic away.

The gloves were the key to unlocking their hidden power, but doing so would come with great risk.

"Gloves?, what a piece of joke" Mason said in mockery as he hissed.

With the newfound information, Mason set out on a quest to uncover the full extent of his family's past and reclaim his magical birthright.

Mason went home from school, his shoulders down in defeat. It has been another trying day at the magic school. As usual, he had been the target of relentless bullying from his classmates due to his lack of magical abilities.

Arthur lands a hot blow on Mason's face and the crowd of students begins to laugh.

"Get up you punk, you are just a nobody, you forcing yourself to mix with us the real magician but the truth is, we're not even sure you're a magician, just because your parents were magical doesn't mean you're one...you are just a loser Mason...i know that, everyone knows that and even you know that" Arthur said with a dark tone.

Arthur is one of the powerful magicians in the school, he is respected and feared because of his character, everyone sees him as a bully, so no one wants to mess with him.

The taunts still rang in Mason's ears.

"Magic less mason, weakling, useless" They all laughed as they scattered his books, making the pages scatter out of his reach. They had destroyed his chair, causing him to fall on the floor in the front of the entire class. Even the teachers seemed to dismiss him as if he was a burden on their prestigious institution.

"I'm just a piece of shit, I'm full of shit, I mean just look at me, look at myself" Mason said to himself.

His face felt hot with shame and frustration, and his heart ached with loneliness. He was constantly reminded that he didn't belong, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

As he entered his quiet home, he couldn't help but notice the empty spaces on the walls where family wands should have been displayed. His parents, both accomplished magicians, had never spoken of their own magical heritage or the secrets that haunted their past.

Mason's eyes drifted to the pair of gloves sitting on his desk, a constant reminder of his apparent magical inadequacy.

"Gloves?" Mason said mockingly.

He has been waiting for the day when he could prove to everyone that he was more than just a magic-less outcast, but now, all he felt was the weight of disappointment and despair.

"I wonder what I'm even good at, no wand, no magic, nothing and yet I was born into a family of magicians " Mason said angrily.

Mason's frustration was clear, and as he made his way to his room, he felt a heavy sense of defeat m Despite his best efforts to fit in and prove his worth, he was constantly met with ridicule and rejection.

As he lay on his bed, he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander and imagine any possibility m He pictured himself as a powerful sorcerer, welding a wand with ease and performing spells that would astonish even the most powerful magicians.

But then reality set in and the weight of his situation fell on his shoulders once again. He knew that his circumstances were far from over and that the journey ahead would be a difficult one.

As he opened his eyes, his gaze went to the gloves once more. They were a curious object that looked ordinary yet somehow powerful. He wondered if they held the key to unlocking his potential or if they were merely a cruel reminder of his shortcomings.

Mason was determined to uncover the true purpose of the gloves, Mason vows to seek answers and find his place in the magical world no matter how hard the task may be.

After some minutes of lying in the bed looking all frustrated as he took a look at the gloves that were on the table.

"Why was I left with nothing other than these stupid glasses?" Mason said as he picked up the gloves and put them on and they became invincible in his hands.

 "What the hell, it has a touch of magic on it. Why on earth would they pass this down to me then ,instead of a wand and spell book." Mason said.

He had no need for gloves to keep him warm, which made their significance all the more puzzling. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he voiced his confusion aloud.

I just need to activate my magic" immediately Mason said those words, the gloves in hands began to vibrate.