Arnold Reyman was a normal person born in a normal family.
Atleast, thats what people thought of him.
Infact, Arnold considered himself a visionary, he believes that he was destined to lead people to do great things.
When the it was announced that he had average magic talent, he accepted it with ecstasy.
He believed that this was the world's restriction to stop him, that he would become stronger just like the heroes in the stories.
He also believed that all opportunities came in the market, where the chances of finding great artifacts were extremely high. (Yes people, he is delusional).
And his destined moment did come, when he traded all his wealth for a page, that is banned in both sparks and Araclo empire.
The page read as follows:-
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🪶 "The Owl Knows Your Name"
(A charmed, poetic folktale — transcribed from a wandering madman found smiling in a blood-soaked library)
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They came with crowns.
You came with questions.
They came with swords.
You came with silence.
They wanted to be gods.
But you?
You wanted the throne.
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They say the throne waits still.
Made not of gold, but of answers.
It doesn't ask for strength.
Not for blood.
Not even for truth.
No—truth is cheap.
Truth is what you feed to the sheep.
The throne wants the one who lies so well
he forgets he's lying.
The one who listens so deep
he hears what others won't even say.
The one who knows he is meant
to be more.
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They say a white owl came once.
Didn't speak.
Didn't blink.
Just watched.
It plucked out its eye,
dropped it on the throne.
Didn't even bleed.
Then it perched.
Not on the seat—
on the back of it.
And the throne laughed.
Because someone finally understood.
Because someone finally stopped pretending.
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The owl sees you.
It knows your story.
It knows your secret.
It knows you are meant to be the one who wins.
The one who was always different.
Always smarter.
Always chosen.
So ask yourself, little flame—
Why haven't they given you what you deserve?
Maybe you've been telling the wrong truth.
Maybe it's time to lie so perfectly,
the world calls it prophecy.
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"Pluck your eye, cast your doubt.
Let silence be your crown.
Speak nothing true, and rule everything false."
—The Pale Watcher, in dreams only heard by those who are special.
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NOTE:
The Araclo Empire has outlawed this version entirely. Reading it aloud three times under moonlight is said to mark your soul with a white feather only Kaz'tacal can see.
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Arnold was ecstatic, this page was practically calling out tohim. He was truly destined for great things.
He needed to spread the glory of God of wisdom.
He need to spread the glory of... Kaz'tacal.
And this, the cult of wisdom was established. With the help of Kaz'tacal's blessings, Arnold turned from a apprentice mage to a seed mage (1-10 bead, can freely use spells).
However, in recent months, he encountered great resistance from the What he called the lost lambs.
He tried to enlighten them but they didn't listen.
They said he was a monster.
But he had merely recieved the Pale Watcher's blessings.
As for the feathers growing out of his arms, and blind black eye socket?
That was a necessary sacrifice.
But never is his wildest dreams did Arnold realize, that he will be the lucky one to spread his lord's glory in different worlds.
It all beings when he accidentally walked in a peculiar shop while thinking about how to resolve his current predicament.
(Hey guys, I feel like the comments and stuff have become a bit format, but it's still good)
(I still haven't decided on leo's organizations name, so please comment)
(Also about the custom game opportunity that i gave to you, that no one has responded to)
(Don't feel unconfident, I will refine your idea into a good one no matter how weird or bad it is, though i highly doubt I will need to do that)