I extended my arm and waved at the outline of the girl that disappeared into the trees.
I flopped back onto the ground. Who knew talking with someone would be so mentally draining? But I was happy.
My dad walked towards the clearing with the water canister dripping wet from being soaked in the nearby stream.
"Ready to go, kiddo?" He lengthened his arm and pulled me up.
"Yeah, let's go," I said, a bit hesitantly.
The two of us walked in silence for about twenty minutes until I spoke the first words.
"Do you mind if I go to the clearing tomorrow alone? I know that we don't do training on off days, but I wanted to test something." I looked up at him, trying to look as cute and desperate as possible.
"I'll have to talk to talk with your mother, kiddo."
It was quite obvious he was going to say no, but at least I could hope.
My parents didn't know that I remembered everything from when I was just a baby, and I didn't intend to tell them, but at least I knew why they were trying to protect me.
When we arrived home, the sun was already at its highest point in the sky. Huh, we sure were training for a while.
My dad held the door open with his arm and moved out of the way. I walked into the door and pulled off my boots, stashing them neatly next to the door. My mother was sitting at the table, reading a few books. I dragged out a chair next to her and sat down.
"My legs hurt." I whinnied, rubbing my sour muscles.
"I guess that means you were working hard." She flicked me on the forehead and closed her book.
"Did you manage to get a hit on your dad yet?"
I looked up at her, rubbing my forehead.
"No, not yet. But I bet I will soon," I smiled mischievously.
"I bet you will," Dad said, smoothing my hair back. "Go to your room and start studying. I'm going to talk to your mother for a bit."
I combed my fingers through my hair and pushed them back, exposing my forehead. I already knew what they were going to talk about, but it was best to leave them alone.
Sylas looked over at his son, who was making his way back to his room.
He sat down, resting his hands on his head, letting out a long sigh. How was he going to explain everything to her?
"I think Seraph awakened as a mage earlier during training, or maybe even earlier."
"He's barely 5 years old! He shouldn't even be so far along in training, let alone awaken! How could you even tell?" Cathleen looked utterly dumbfounded as she stared at her husband.
"Ser didn't have enough time to dodge my blow, so he closed his eyes to take the force, but when I struck him in the stomach with the Stronghold lumber snapped in half. This is the first time it ever happened." Sylas pulled out the wood fragments from his bag, placing it on the table.
"I... I'm not sure, to be honest. When a mage awakens, their body is enveloped in warm light, and they can feel the power coursing through their body. Only a C class enhancer mage and above can fortify their body. However, when that happens, the skin slightly glows, but it's still obvious to the untrained eye."
Cathleen picked up the wood and poked at it with her finger.
"Whatever happened was when Seraph closed his eyes and prepared for the strike." Cathleen pursed her lips.
Something was different with that child. Not just his unique appearance. His intelligence and abilities were indeed out of the ordinary for a child his age. There was no doubt this kid would indeed become a force to be reckoned with in the future.
I sat on the floor, leaning against the bookshelf. I had stacks of books tossed carelessly all over the room.
Where was it? I know I put it somewhere around here.
Grabbing another book, I flipped through the worn yellow pages. Here it was.
I flipped the book over to get a good look at the cover. It had a green spine that was adorned in a smooth silver design. The title was old and worn away, so I couldn't see the title. I sighed and reopened the book and began to read.
In tales of old, the gods bestowed people with mana and commanded this force to use the elements. Over time, people's power increased. In fear of the humans revolting, the gods only gifted mana to fewer people and placed a limiter to prevent the humans from becoming too powerful. This infuriated the humans, for they had grown accustomed to their strong abilities. Over time, the people forgot about these powerful humans, and E-A class mages became the norm.
However, there are still whispers of those humans favored by the gods in the past and exceeded the letter class mages' ability and became a god themselves. Those mages abilities trumped an A-class mage. They were known as God Tier mages.
I closed the book and stared at the cover. God tier mages, huh. To be honest, it was an excellent story, and it helped clear some origin stuff that I was still confused about, but at the same time, it wasn't very believable. There were still many unclear things regarding this world and its strange inhabitance, but my curious mind was satisfied.
I stared up at the ceiling, thoughts racing through my mind. I changed out of my ripped clothes and quickly showered. I stared into the foggy mirror at my sleepless face. My hair was getting pretty long. It was already long enough to tie back.
I flopped down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. I could hear my parents conversing with themselves in the other room. I wondered if my life would stay this boring, not that I had an issue with it; in fact, I loved my modest lifestyle. I had a happy life to look forward to with my family. It was much better than what I had, so I was thankful. At the same time, I didn't know if I would ever get another chance like this. I didn't want to live my whole life sheltered and weak. I had to do something... before I wasn't able to push through anymore.
I tied my hair back and crept into the kitchen.
"Mom, Dad, can I talk with you?" My steps were hesitant as I approached them.
"Sit down, sweetie." Mom pulled out a chair for me to sit down in
"Ser, have you felt strange lately, like a feeling that you've become substantially stronger?" My mother asked, placing her hand on my arm.
"Not really," I said bluntly.
I really hadn't felt any changes. It must have been a fluke. Must have.
"Okay. I just wanted to make sure, sweetie. And.. your dad told me that you wanted to go to the clearing to train alone." She looked at me, hesitantly.
"We will let you go, but please wear this... for our sakes." She handed me a black cloth that was made of a thin see through material.
"What.. is this for?" I asked, taking it from her.
"I'm sorry if you get offended kiddo, this is just a means to keep you safe." My dad stood up and grabbed the cloth from me and carefully tied it over my eyes.
I sat there, my head hung down.
"I get it," I said, taking the cloth off my eyes.
"If this is the means I can go outside, I promise I will wear this." I stood up and walked back into my room, my knuckles white from gripping the piece of fabric so tight.
"Do you think it was right to do that to him?" I could hear my mother whispering in the other room.
I understood why they were doing this. It was quite apparent that only the crown prince had such unusual eyes, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel like I was being mistreated, but despite this, I understood. I played onto the bed and stared up. I never realized how much trouble it indeed was for my parent to raise me. Wet tears began to roll down my face. I gently placed my fingers to my cheek, wiping away the tears.
I always seemed to be a burden on people. Now and in my past life. I didn't understand why I was getting hung up about this, but it had been a long time since I let my emotions out. I didn't know how to act around a family, so I never said what was on my mind to make sure I didn't burden them. But was that really living?
Sylas opened up the door to his son's bedroom. He left pretty abruptly, so Sylas couldn't tell if he was alright. He crept in and looked at Seraph's face. His eyes were slightly puffy, and even in the dark, he could still see the marks where his tears fell down. Sylas reached down and stroked his hair.
"I just want you to be safe..."
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