I do not own Negima or any of its characters of the story except for my OCs.

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My first work, thanks for reading.

"xxx" = "said"

'xxx' = 'thought'

"xxx"= "spell"

In the beginning, the spells are in latin but later, the spells are changed into english. This is because most of the spells Vicis learnt are in English and spells doesn't really use the mouth to be casted. It uses the heart and whatever magical energy you have.


Prologue - The Beginning

Fourteen years before the starting of Negima, there was a mage who had a contract to the god of spirits to grant good or harmless wishes to people who helped him in exchange for him being able to be immortal.

He traveled far and wide but forty years of constantly doing his job caused him to feel that his life had no meaning as he had lived for the sake of others so he begun to ask for a suitable person to give his magical energy to.

He needed a person who could say an interesting wish and have a mindset of never using his or her power in front of others as the power to grant wishes is sought after by everyone.

The mage was walking in a desert and was on the verge of dying of

dehydration before a young boy who had black hair and eyes. The young boy was making a water sphere. 'A young boy being able to control elements so well?'.

The old mage thought in his head. "Wait, I am on the brink of dying and why should I care about whatever laws of magic there are?" the mage then said out loud.

The old mage then fainted on the spot and the boy looked puzzled and the boy ran to the old mage and then controlled the water and... pushed it through the old mage's nose.

The old mage coughed and bended up and shouted at the old child "Are you trying to kill me?". The old mage then sighed and the boy moved the water to the old mage's hands.

"Err, thanks?" the old mage said before drinking the transparent water. The old mage then observed the young boy from head to toe.

'Black hair, black eyes and those clothes belong to the recently destroyed village...'

"Hey, little boy!" the old mage shouted loudly even though the boy was close to him. "You helped me so I am going to grant you any wish you desire", "So tell me boy, what is your wish?".

The little boy looked at the old mage and said something the mage did not expect. "My memories."

'He doesn't remember what happened to his village?' the old mage thought before touching the boy's forehead.

"You wanted to know your memories so I will give it to you." the old mage's voiced turned cold and emotionless.

A bright red circle appeared underneath the black haired boy and memories flooded the young boy's mind and he being to scream and tears begun to flow non-stop before the boy fainted and dropped dead.

The old mage scratched his hair, sighed loudly and scooped the boy and decided that the boy would be able to be his successor. 'If he wakes up without any problems, it means he will not lose himself in grief or in despair. This probably means that he will be able to use my powers to do what he needs to and not what he wants to.'

PROLOGUE - END