I don't know if magic is real, but I've always hoped it is. I've read so many fantasy novels, with so many magical philosophies. I try to decide which is the most probable, realistic, or downright cool. Magic always has to make sense to some degree, but the best take I'd ever seen was in a book called So You Want to Be a Wizard.
An all powerful Power selects those who are purest of heart to fight against the Lone (evil) Power. It's quixotic, logical, the spell theory is based in science, and the 'powers' idea fits my beliefs
If I have found something this too perfect, why hasn't it chose me? Why am I left with magic in my heart, but nowhere visible and around me?
Why?
A/N: This is just a prologue type thing to what I hope will be a relatively long story. Also, this chapter is based directly in the reality of my life, while the other chapters certainly will not be.