Rumor had it that the forest was full of terrible animals that devoured flesh, and that even strong mages and swordsmen who dared to enter the forest never returned. Unfortunately for me, it was close to the town where I lived, and I ran blindly towards it.

"You think you can get away from me, you useless brat!" Shouted the slaver in the distance with a malicious glint in his eyes. Energy swirled around his palm, and he raised it.

Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through me, pinning me to the ground. My limbs felt like lead, and my vision blurred.

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried out in pain.

It was a ground spell. (He had gathered all the stones in the area, concentrated, and attacked him directly on the legs.)

Although it was a small spell, I was still a little boy of seven. The slaver and his group were getting too close to me; I should make a decision, I screamed in agony, thinking to myself. "Think!" I shouted as I trembled in pain and terror.

'I'm still dying from the attack on my legs. It hurts to move in any way. Every time I tried to stand up, I felt like my body was breaking apart. "I am unable to... I can't do it anymore. My limbs." Full of fear, I spoke to myself.

"I just wanted to live a normal life. Why is this happening to me? I don't want to become a slave." I grieved desperately.

At that moment, my thoughts turned to the moments when I was cursed and beaten by my parents for being a "void,"  a useless burden.

Each memory was a sharp, jagged shard, piercing through the thin veil of my hope. Despair threatened to engulf me.

But then...