It had been a couple of months, and one thing was for sure. . .

I spent most of the time in my crib looking at the ceiling, which sucked. Sometimes, I forget how useless babies could be; how could babies look up at the ceiling for hours and hours and do nothing with their lives?

Well. . . Babies don't usually have a conscience at this age, and most of the time, I'm pretty sure they didn't get transported to another world, either.

So, I'm not a typical baby after all.

"Maro." My mother scooped me up from her crib.

Ah yes, my chauffeur that took me wherever I wanted whenever I wanted. At least to the place she wanted me to explore, and most of the time, it would be to watch my father soil up, but it wasn't just any soil.

Purple Soil.

Or what my mother likes to call it from what I've heard. . .

Purpura Solum. 

Whatever it was, it only made me more curious about this world. I mean, who would've thought that there would be Purple Soil?

The only thing I had back where I belonged was plain brown soil.

The soil that my father was digging looked to be unfertile. It was, in fact, a dark purple, not rich in colour.

I thought that would be the last I would see whatever my father was doing, but it seemed my mother was also inclined to watch what was happening. I've never made it this far in this "farming process."

But lucky me!

I got to this first-hand now. 

He dug the Purpura Solum out of the ground and put it into what seemed like a small bowl. He then began grinding it until it had become a liquid.

An ooze of purple dripped from the bowl, touching the grass and turning it purple.

What in the world was this?

"Do you want to drink some?" My father extended the bowl to my mother's mouth.

She smiled, shaking her head, "No, not today."

With a toothy grin, my father immediately extended the bowl to me.

"Lenin. . . He's not even one year old yet." 

"Oh yeah! Right."

Just as I was about to reach the purple liquid with my little tongue, my father instantly retracted the bowl.

How could you mother. . . You are a traitor. . . I wanted to see what would happen if I was able to intake this Purpura Solum, but I would have to watch my father drink it instead.

As the liquid travelled down his throat. . . Nothing. Nothing had happened.

Well, that was anticlimactic.

WHOOSH!

In an instant, my mother covered my eyes, preventing me from seeing the blinding purple light that my father was exhibiting.

The trees and bushes around us were blown in the other direction at full throttle. It was only a couple of seconds later that I was able to look at my father. . . But he was different before.

His blue orbed eyes had transformed into that of something else. Now, his eyes were filled with not only that but deep purple, a glow that beamed as I peered into his eyes more.

As he moved his hand, traces of purple followed him.

Seriously?

What was going on, and what world was I currently living in? 

I looked at my mother for an answer, but she smiled at me, poking my nose. 

My father took a fighting stance as he extended his left arm, and soon enough, a purple-bladed sword formed in his hand.

Okay. . . If things weren't already crazy, things would go even more crazy, and I didn't even know how that was humanly possible. 

My mother was unphased by everything happening; it was like any other day for our family.

This was my first time seeing this, especially my father in action.

I had never seen him doing something like this before. Most of the time, I had always viewed him as a simple father who would work on the farm digging the Purpura Solum from the ground, but now I knew that soil was used for something else.

That was something I was watching right now.

PHOOSH!

My father readied himself into a fighting stance, striking his sword downwards, emitting purple traces that flowed with his movements.

I was most curious about the purple traces that followed his sword. 

What exactly did it do?

He quickly breathed as my mother watched with a simple, smug look.

VROOM

Holy shit. . . 

Before I could even blink, that tree, standing tall and proud, had been split in half.

From what I had witnessed, it seemed my father didn't move a single muscle to destroy that tree. 

Was it because I was just a baby that I couldn't see what happened?

Indeed, that must have been the case, too.

My father walked over to us proudly, pointing at himself as the purple in his eyes diminished. 

"You do know how to show off, don't you?" She playfully rolled her eyes. 

He shrugged, grinning, "You know me; I have to let loose occasionally." 

"It does seem that way, dear." 

While they were bantering with one another, I drowned their voices out, placing them in the back of my mind. 

Now, I was committed fully to one thing and one thing only. 

It was to figure out how to achieve the same set as my father and understand the world's mysteries. 

———

It was long but hard, and after hours and hours of hard training and dedication, I finally achieved what no baby could have. 

The one thing that kept me all night was this non-stop training. 

I had to, for the world and its people relied on me to be able to achieve my goals and succeed in my training. 

"Maro! He's crawling!" My parents were cheering me on. 

Alright, I'll admit. I was exaggerating a bit about how much the world needed this training to be completed, but it was still tough to do with little lets like mine. 

Give me some slack, will you? 

It wasn't every day that you were a baby and couldn't even use your legs to crawl. 

But guess what?

Here, I am not able to crawl across the cottage. 

It was about damn time. . . Freedom at last! 

This marked the journey of knowledge and self-discovery in this world, but first, I would hide my time and wait patiently until it was nighttime. 

Mum had put me into the crib that I resided in. However, when my parents were in their room, I knew that it was time for me to begin my master plan once and for all. 

With all my might, I managed to escape the prison that my mother had placed me in, and now I was on a mission to find anything that I could get my hands on. 

Most of the time, I was forced to look up at the ceiling and only think about the thoughts that I had in my mind. 

I wish I could talk right now, but I can't yet. 

As I roamed on the ground, I made my way to the bookshelf, where I had seen both my father and mother on multiple occasions. 

It would be a great place to start my education if it meant anything. 

I could barely pull out a book without falling, but I could still get a single book out. 

That was enough for me to be satisfied with. 

Just wait until I get older. I will consume all of those books with knowledge.

I was going to be some genius in this world, and that was for certain. I would make sure that was true.

As I peered my eyes over the book cover, "Planta Mundus." 

Slowly but surely, I flipped the page to a massive map with all its sharp edges. Then, I realised this world had way more to it than I initially thought.

From what I had figured out, the world that we were living in was called,

Vesitga 

My world was divided into four nations: Passus, Semita, Indago, and Persequor. As I read more about it, I realised that humans weren't the only species that inhabited this place.

Passus - Mermaids 

Semita - Fairies 

Indago - Orc

Perseqour - Dragon 

While all these nations lived within Vesitga, one nation was dominant.

The was the fifth nation.

Humans 

We lived in Juvo.

It was said that long before my time and even before my parent's time, the four nations were bickering with one another in attempts to wage war. It wasn't until the Humans, the saviours, stopped them from doing so that there was a golden age of peace within the five nations.

We thought we had achieved such peace as if we had never achieved it. Who knows what would've happened to Vestiga if we had? 

Thanks to humans, we would never need to know that answer.

It was a piece of history in Vestiga that everyone knew about, and ever since then, the people of Vestiga have lived in peace without any significant conflict or damage that has happened. Soon, I flipped to another page, which details the different types of Solum that Vestiga had to offer everyone who lived there.

Solum was divided into five main categories. 

Caeruleum, Ater, Rubrum, Viridis and Purpura. 

It seemed that Purpura was the most powerful and rarest Solum to get in Vestiga. From what I understood, there were only a few ways to obtain these Solums. 

It was either to go on quests that were given by merchants who had an abundance of all sorts of Solums, go to dungeons to fight and potentially mine for ores that would store Solums, or, lastly, just be lucky that your area was fertile and goldmine for Solums. 

Interestingly, the place where we were living fitted the perfect description of a goldmine for Solum. 

My father was able to dig for Solum to find Purpura. 

Each Solum provided different abilities and powers that were granted to drink the liquid of the Solum. After all, I had seen first-hand what the Purpura Solum does, and it was a force to be reckoned with. 

Trading was extensive in Vestiga, as Solum was worth even more than food. That was wild to even think about, being the most valuable resource. 

Just as I was about to read the next page on something to do with Plantae, my mother scooped me up from the ground. 

"Now, what are we doing here?" My mother nuzzled my nose with a gentle and warm smile. 

Damn it, Mother! 

You ruined my plans to understand the nature of this world. 

If I could speak, I would. I had to think fast on my feet. 

"Wahhh!" 

"Oh?" She cooed me, trying her best to soothe me. "Would you like me to read you something?"

I stopped crying in an instant. 

Mother laughed, "I guess that's a yes." 

She placed me back in the crib as she began reading me a story. . .

When I said "story," I meant something informative, like learning more about the world. 

It wasn't some little fairytale meant to make babies like me go to sleep. I wasn't any baby; I would refuse to sleep as an act of defiance. But as my mother read more and more, I could feel my eyes being heavy as I slowly drifted away.

You win this one, mother. . .