What set Milea apart from her fellow students, was that despite she hadn’t been deemed worthy of being accepted into one of the big academies, she had never stopped believing in in the infinite potential magic held.

Ever since she was a child, she had read the stories of the Magi of the Empire until she knew them by heart.

– “Many of them have an unclear past, were considered trash for most of their lives, until they have found their path to greatness. Whatever they discovered, I can find it too. Talent is not just innate, you have to develop it. There must be a way to break through my limits!” –

So, Milea decided to follow their lead instead of accepting a menial job, like the other graduates from the minor academy, the Red Basilisk, she attended. Milea didn’t visit the hometowns of the Magi, nor she travelled through the places recorded in their biographies.

– “Gods know how many people journeyed through those locations. If there ever was any clue, it would be already known. Worst case scenario, the first one to found their legacies took them for himself.” – She thought.

So, Milea decided to bet everything on rumors and legends, hoping to find the proverbial kernel of truth. What she found, instead, were tourist traps and hoaxes that costed her most of her savings, and in more than one occasion, almost her life.