by dark door
Magic’s been around since the stars first lit up the sky. Back in the Age of Magic, mages ruled the roost—no spells or incantations needed to cast a spell, and nukes? Just fancy fireworks for big-shot wizards messing around during their lunch break. The bummer? I couldn’t become a mage—not even close. And nope, zero magic boost for my muscles either. Couldn’t even lift as much as the guy next to me at the gym. Luckily, I could still live like it was *before* magic ever showed up—y’know, write novels and all that. So I ditched magic and started writing fiction instead. Turns out? Suddenly, all these legendary archmages are showing up at my door. They swear they got *so* powerful *because* they read my books.
