You don't know

There's a roar and everything turns a bright white. You're going blind!

A voice pops up. "Interesting, a mundane user. Well, I suppose I ought to congratulate you. By nearly killing your , rather pretty, mother, you have proven yourself to be of magical ability! To be specific, you're a wizard, Big Mac!"

The whiteness clearing from your gaze, you see your mom covered in a shimmery haze. Your bed! Your bed is on fire! Looking closer, you realize the flames aren't moving and there's no white noise. It's as if time had stopped. You look closer at your mom. Her nipples are hard, perhaps from seeing the tent in your PJs. The voice chuckles dryly. "Why don't I take care of your little problem."

You hear a snap, and your room is just as it was when you first woke up: Mom's been moved, probably back to the downstairs kitchen, the fire's gone, and you're sitting in bed.

"There that's better. A lot nicer wouldn't you agree?" The voice asks.

You stare in shock. You croak, "Where did everything go, what even happened?"

The voice sighs. "Don't tell me yet another wizard-to-be has cracked. These are so hard to keep out of the public eye. Count backwards from ten for me please."

You shake your head and rattle them off.

The voice sounds pleased, "Good. Well then I suppose it's off to business now. As I said before you're a wizard. As the name suggests, you can do magic; however, we are unsure of your magical potential as of now. If you're wondering about why your house isn't completely burned down, it's because a few millennia ago, the High Priest of Yiyl cast a spell which basically prevents emerging wizards from destroying everything they love, used to be a real problem you know? Like two lovers who had been making love when the man would stick his dick in the wrong hole, and then they'd have a fight and bam, next thing you knew the whole village was in flames. Of course there are some unintended side effects like people with lesser magics have more difficulty connecting to the affinities due to the barriers, but all in all it's safer as the spell stopped time before your mother could be toasted to an irrevocable cinder."

You ask, "But how did you fix my room? And shouldn't the spell have stopped that."

The voice seems surprised. "Why yes. It does indicate great magical potential that you were able to overflow the protective barriers. The room," The voice pauses to bask in its glory. "Was a level three repair spell. Very tricky to do over long distances. Although, I have to admit it is very impressive that I was **** to use it to fix your mess."

Worried that you're going to get grounded for the rest of your life, you ask, "What about my Mom?"

"Oh. I suppose we can't let your mundane family know what you are. Well, why don't you repeat this spell after me."

You interrupt," No, no. I mean about the incident." You point towards the now pristine spot where there had once been raging flames.( Your room was actually cleaner after the fire repair then before. Speaks volumes doesn't it?)

The voice brushes you off., "Oh that. She won't remember it." The voice coughs and states, "Now, if I would stop being interrupted, please repeat: 'Krach ech Sarr'"

You look about, confused. You say, "What's a wizard?"

"The voice answers, "Ah yes. I forgot that non-lineage families wouldn't know of it. Basically wizards are a rather secretive group in society with powers. Everyone has powers to a certain degree, but only wizards are trained to use them. There are a series of academies throughout much of the world where wizards can be taught in an institutionalized way."

The voice pauses. "Of course, there are some less reputable ways to gain and learn magics, but luckily for you, you're zoned to the School of the Magically Gifted. To attend our university is free, but you have to pay 10% of your future earnings."