Beware, oh friend, the Nothing Mage,
The man himself a blight,
With magic cursed and spells unseen,
That none can stand and fight.
Beware, oh King, the Nothing Mage,
A force that pierces all,
The tolling bell that sings of death,
‘Till lords and empires fall.
Beware, oh love, the Nothing Mage,
A vengeful man is he,
So if you dare to draw his wrath,
Then nothing ye shall be.
*There’s nothing there.* The words may as well have been a death sentence to young Declan. Without mana, there could be no studying at the sky-piercing Pinnacle Towers, there could be no great monster hunts, and there could be no following in his father’s legendary footsteps.
He’d be a cripple.
But when a terrible accident forces him to flee, Declan learns the true nature of his mana. Just because it doesn’t resonate at any known frequency, doesn’t mean it isn’t magic. Just because he can’t cast the same spells as everyone else doesn’t mean he isn’t a mage. And just because you can’t see something, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.