Poniko's POV
As a child, everything seemed quite normal. I was born healthy, and I grew up like every other child around me. I'm an only child, but not the spoiled brat kind of one. Indeed, I wouldn't demand too much from my parents, and that was one of those things that they liked about me.
Until one day, which was one week before I started first grade in my home-schooling session, I suddenly felt something awaken inside me. I never felt that feeling before, and neither did any of my parents know about it.
In response to this, an appointment at the doctor's office had been made for me. I had been researched thoroughly, but otherwise seemed healthy from the outside.
"But nothing is still clear about that strange feeling, doctor" I stated, "do you also specialise in other kinds of research on people? Researches from the inside?"
That being asked, I got referred to the public hospital, where I got stuff like a brain scan and a medium who could literally sense people's surroundings. From the latter, I finally got a more clear result that would change my life forever.
"Young lady" the medium told me, "it seems to me that you possess quite a special power… the one of magic."
This was quite a shock for me and both my parents (especially for the latter), but I quickly recovered from the shock to ask for more details.
"Does that mean I have to go to a magic school soon?" I asked, "and learn all about spells and potions and stuff like that?"
"Not necessarily, but if you'd like, I could give you a small book of spells for starters, and you're always welcome to contact me whenever you need more information, books and whatnot."
Even after leaving the hospital, my parents remained dumbfounded, in comparison to me. From the inside, I felt overjoyed. All of those stories about magic I've heard… they're possible to be true, or so it seems.
Only just a day later, I started using my first few spells from the book to prove my magic power. They were quite innocent (and no, none of them started with the stereotypical 'hocus-pocus', in case any of you is wondering), but despite that, my parents still couldn't get used to the entire fact.
"I simply cannot believe that I actually gave birth to a sorceress…" my mother would say quite a lot.
Throughout many years, I slowly but surely mastered and controlled my sorcery, and even managed to make up and write down a few spells of my own, my most important one being 'Uboa', to scare annoying people away with a white, deformed mask-like thing surrounded by black goop. (And no, I never became a spoiled brat after the discovery of my powers either, so I could summon Uboa whenever I didn't get my way.)
Around age 12, my parents agreed with the idea of me living on my own, so I could further develop my sorcery skills and even make stuff like potions, because in my parental home, I simply didn't have the space and time for that.
Of course, just because I'm a sorceress, doesn't mean I'm unorganised, because whenever I discover or make up anything new, I'm sure to write it down in case I want to repeat it. In separate notebooks, of course, because who ever wants a single notebook that contains several disarrays of spells and potion recipes (and even the occasional sketches and doodles)? Not me, in any case.