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Ben had always been different from other Auradon kids, not in the “I like black and death metal way” though. More like he had natural magic in a kingdom where magic was a relic from a time past. By natural magic I mean, unlike the fairy godmother who was magical but needed her wand to channel it, Ben could just /make/ things happen and bend his magic to his will without the use of some wand or artifact to channel it. The leading theory his parents had was that his father had some magic left in his body from the Enchantress’ curse that passed on to him. No matter the reason for his ‘gift’ Ben was always told to hide it and never try to hone it as a skill, “You will have no reason for these tricks when you are king” his father always told him when he asked.
At sixteen the pressure had never been higher, his powers were getting harder to control without using them at all. Ben had taken to using his magic for menial tasks in the privacy of his room, but only when he was certain nobody was around to witness it, lest his father finds out.