The Age of Magic

In a deep, pitch-black place untouched by light,

a sudden tremor sent ripples spreading out like a stone dropped into still water. Our story begins.

In a bright, pristine room, pleasantly warm, the faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air. From time to time, the cries of babies could be heard nearby.

Among them was a special baby. He was special because his face bore an expression no baby should have. In his eyes was a look of...

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.