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Answer: This one-shot has due to it lasting for 7,086 words. No more and no less, thanks very much. That's all for now,

E N J O Y !

Growing up with Judar wasn't that bad. That's what you'll say if you were asked to lie.

One thing that wasn't a lie was that you enjoyed the moments spent with him.

Similar to Judar's situation, you caught the attention of the members of Al-Thamen, as a child who had the ability to use Magoi and Magic easily as breathing. They took you from your family at an early age as well. All you could remember by now was that as a kid, you were raised by Al-Thamen.

The first time you met Judar was when you heard about something interesting— that there exists a genius magician of your age. Of course, you sneaked to see him.

The early hours inside the Empire were always quiet and cold. You thought as you walk along the path that leads you to the rooms. From above your head, the atmosphere was speckled with the lustrous bits of stardust, swirling, and funneling together to create constellations and the like.

Soon enough, you found yourself pushing through the large mahogany doors and stepping inside the new kid's quarters. But you were surprised with the sight that greeted you. Empty.

He's not here? Where could he be...? You wondered, your eyes scanning each and every corner of the room.

Eh, I'll see him soon, anyway. And you turned your back, leaving the scene.

But as you were passing by one of the large windows, you caught a figure sitting on the roof.

So you set off, having a feeling that this must be the new kid.

An expressionless face, red eyes, and black hair... there wasn't anything you could do but gape at the sight, as soon as you got a closer look.

This kid? You thought.

"Are you (First Name)?" He asked, sparing you a glance.

You met his gaze with your arms crossed, "How did you know me?"

He looked up from his spot, feet flat and knees up, elbows atop them and his chin resting in his hands, "The rukh told me your name." That's a lie. But of course, you didn't know that.

Judar would never admit out loud that he remembered your name due to the old geezers praising your name left and right for your achievements.

"And you're...?"

"Judar... call me that." He smiled, lines forming around his mouth and creases around his eyes.

"Alright, Judar..." you trailed off, letting his name fall from your lips.

A few moments of silence engulfed the atmosphere around the both of you, and not knowing what to say next, you just decided to ask him, "Is it true?"

"Is what true? Spit it out."

"They said you turned water into snow. Is that true?"

Snow? He blinked. Without answering you, he formed a fist, the rukh gathered eagerly at his command and when he opened his hand – there reveals snow.

"You mean this?" He never tried it before, but the rukh always obeys him wholeheartedly.

He handed the handful of snow onto your hands which you studied happily.

"How do you do that?" you asked, fascinated by the sight. Sure, you were a magician but Water Magic was not your forte yet.

"You..." He trailed off, observing you as if you were an interesting specimen of sorts.

Curiosity danced around your glimmering eyes as you tilted your head, "What is it? Will you tell me the commands?"

Realization hit him like a train, "You are loved by the rukh as well..." He said, watching you like a hawk.

You blinked owlishly, not seeing the connection between his remark and the snow. But despite your confusion, you mumbled out an answer, "Okay?"

He smiled slyly, "So ask them for it."

You pouted, "Cheapskate."

As if he didn't hear a word you said, he continued, "Meet me tomorrow, I'll show you something more interesting."

"Why can't you show me now?"

"The old geezers want me for something," he explained as if whatever they were assigning him to do wasn't a big deal. "I have to do that first."

"Okay?" you were still puzzled about whatever he was talking about but he relished the look of confusion on you.

"Good."

With your eyes full of wonder, you watched him as he walked away.

The next day, he showed up in your room without prompting.

A loud voice was babbling on and on, it took you a while to realize that whoever the person was, they were actually talking to you. Despite yourself, you forced yourself to sit up— away from the comforts of your bed, just to see this annoying young boy.

You narrowed your eyes at him, "What... What are you doing here, Judar? It's too early!"

"Aren't you happy that I went to see you?" The only response he got was an irritated huff.

He was not amused when you settled back on your bed, hiding yourself with your soft cozy blanket.

"Come on! Weren't you curious about what I'll show you?" He said, trying to convince you. "So, get up now and follow me outside!" With that, he turned his back and went for the door.

Behind his back, you made a face. The sun's not even up yet, for goodness sake! You thought.

Before he could think of anything worse to wake you up with, you complied, "Fine, give me time to get ready."

"Sure thing! Don't make me wait that long, (First Name)."

Before you knew it, he was leading you to the mountains behind the Empire, but here you were, walking into the unknownst without a clue on the world on what he was up to.

"Why are we—"

"You ask too many questions."

"I haven't even finished asking one!"

The bickering went back and forth as you refused to yield to the unreasonable young Magi.

Upon getting a distance far from the Empire, he settled down by floating in the air. "Alright, this is good enough," he mumbled to himself.

"How so?"

He gave you a "what-a-stupid-question" look. "Well, just watch," he instructed but he closed his eyes and—

"What am I supposed to watch? You taking a nap?"

"(First Name), wait a little longer, alright? I have to talk to the rukh."

"Oh."

"Now shut it."

"Rude!"

Within the same minute, snow fell from the skies and it didn't take long for the entire place to be covered with snow.

"This is what you wanted me to see?" you asked, your indifferent tone and expression masked your amazement.

"You're not smiling this time," he pouted, feeling lost with your cold reaction.

"Well, you already showed me snow before. So this is nothing new." You said, like a real brat you were.

"You want new?" he asked, and then he waved around his wand. Lightning then struck everywhere near you and you couldn't help but yelp at the sudden occurrence.

"I can do something like that, too!" You said, moving your own wand from side to side. As the rukh gathered to help you do as you wish, you saw them for a moment before an air wall suddenly materialized, dispelling the lightning around.

"Wind Magic, huh? But my Lightning Magic is way cooler!" Judar bragged. In truth, he was upset that you were able to disperse his Lightning Magic with no trouble but he'd rather die than let you know.

"I'm sure you're right, but have you tried this?" With a smile on your lips, you waved your wand once again.

This time, the white snow that covered everywhere as far as you could see, disappeared. As if time rolled back, the mountain was back to its Spring season state, the grass, the trees, and the flowers all returned.

Judar scoffed, instantly realizing what you did. "Light Magic?" he twirled his wand once. The rukh created a steam wall in accordance with his silent command, the water wiping out your illusion in the process.

"You sore loser!"

That issued another bickering between the two of you, defending your respective Magic spells.

"That does it. Let's race back to the Empire! Whoever goes back first is the powerful Magician!"

Does she not know that I'm a Magi? Judar thought to himself. "Fine, go on and count."

As kindly requested, you counted, "One... three!" Without further delay, you used your Strength Magic to run faster than normal. Before you knew it, you already arrived in the rear parts of the Empire.

But so did Judar.

"You don't even know how to count? Counting goes, one, two, and then three." Judar lectured you as if you didn't know such a thing; although you paid no attention to his needless lecture.

"Did you..." you pointed to him, floating. "Flew here?"

"Yep," Judar answered proudly.

"Then, you lost! It's a race so common sense, you have to run!"

"What? You didn't say that!"

Again, you two argued like there's no tomorrow which stole the attention of the three Princes who were also there to train their swordplay. It took Hakuyuu, Hakuren, and Kouen to break you two apart.

Kouen took it upon himself to calm down the Magi by distracting him regarding war-related topics.

"Judar started it!" you sulked, explaining to Hakuyuu and Hakuren.

"(First Name), you shouldn't do things like that with the High Priest," Hakuyuu started scolding you, giving you a disapproving look.

"High what?" You asked, slightly befuddled.

"Now now, brother... she doesn't know that stuff— you know what, I got this," Hakuren started cheerfully as he saved you from his older brother. "Now, (First Name)... next time when Judar begins whatever argument you two have, make sure to win!"

"Of course, Prince Hakuren," you replied, with a mischievous smile.

"Hakuren..." Hakuyuu said, his tone full of warning.

"Yes, brother?" Hakuren asked in an untroubled tone.

Inhaling sharply, Hakuyuu looked pointedly at his brother, "Don't encourage her."

"I wasn't, was I, (First Name)-chan?"

"You weren't, Prince Hakuren."

Unbeknownst to you two, the smiles on your faces betrayed whatever you just said.