Magic cannot be given to another being, just as it cannot be rejected. Magic is constant, like life itself. And it is impossible to obtain, and for commoners like me, it is strictly forbidden. So, when I unexpectedly witnessed a brutal, deadly fight between two high nobles, I decided that this was my closest encounter with the “mystery” of the worthy. Until I woke up the next morning with a new “secret” glimmer of power in my blood. My only hope is to hide who I am and somehow find out the truth about what happened that bloody night. And, more importantly, why to me.