Aya woke up. It was a brand new day, filled with new possibilities. Aya did her daily morning routine, which took quite a while, compared to others, but it seemed just normal to her. Aya decided to not go out to eat, and just pop some waffles in the toaster today. Aya grabbed some blueberry waffles out of the freezer and put two of them in the toaster. While she waited for them to pop, she grabbed the syrup, butter, a knife, fork, and a plate to set up. She set them up on the small table, fit for about four people. She soon heard a "popping" noise. It really wasn't like "popping," but it was the best word she could associate the noise with. She grabbed her plate and put the waffles on it. She smeared butter onto it and drizzled some maple syrup onto it. She cut it up, and began to eat it. Aya thought about what she wanted to do that day. She supposed that she could take on a quest. Those were always fun. However, Aya didn't just want to take some little quest like helping clean up or organize a store or anything like that. She wanted to actually do some fighting stuff. Now, how would she do this? She couldn't exactly physically fight. One word. Magic. Aya was so happy. She's finally learned how to use magic. It was air magic, not quite letter or rune magic like she wanted, but so far, it was a step forwards in her magic mastery, and that was good enough for her. Aya would soon know a whole bunch of spells that she would be able to use, and hopefully surpass the people that didn't have her disability. Aya knew that she most likely couldn't do it through physical means, but magically, she would be much stronger then others.
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