2 Chapter 2 - Lies and Risks.

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[Morel POV - Village's Doctor.]

Long before moving to the small but cozy village of Aramunda, I was once a medic working for the King under the royal guard.

I was never a good fighter. But I had a knack for healing. And that earned me a spot in the guard.

Nevertheless, I was still a soldier, a guard, meaning that if anything happened, even if I wasn't good at fighting, I would still have to put my life on the line to protect the Royal Family.

For years, I faithfully accomplished this duty, and thankfully I never had to fight.

Eventually, I decided to retire. Thus, I moved to this little village, where I met my wife, and in time, had my kids.

In the tranquility of this village, I found peace and happiness.

Life continued after that, and for the most part, everything remained relatively the same, until a child was born in the village.

There weren't any labor issues or anything. This birth went just like any other.

It was here that things started to change.

The child, Adam they named him, carried in his eyes a sense of self-awareness no baby should or could have that young.

Perhaps I was being crazy, but I couldn't shake the feeling this child wasn't normal.

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Adam was a strange… child, he never cried, complained, or showed the normal development of a normal baby, at least mentally. Physically he was developing as he should, growing at the rate he was supposed to, but mentally, he wasn't.

At first, I assumed he was perhaps mentally challenged, or if luck was on the parent's side, just an odd child doing odd things.

But as he grew, those notions burned into the background.

First, he learned how to walk and go to the bathroom by himself, as soon as his body allowed him to. I had seen gifted children in the capital, but this, this went beyond that, by a large margin.

Then, he began talking. Going from babbles to fully formed sentences.

By the age of two, Adam had surpassed all possible milestones in the chart of Speech and Language Development for children.

By the age of two, he was talking like an adult.

Understanding words, not even his parents could understand.

The surprises continued, to the point I began to grow numb to them.

Reading and writing by the age of three.

Baking by the age of four.

And wanting to learn magic by the age of five.

That last one wasn't that much of a developmental shock, I had yet to meet a kid that didn't want to learn magic as soon as possible.

No.

What really shocked me wasn't that. It was the abnormal amount of ethernano within him.

You see. When he asked me to teach him magic, I followed the traditional procedure still used in the capital to determine the amount of Ethernano within someone.

The results of said test would help to determine what type of magic a person could use.

Be it, Holder Magic. Which is a type of magic that requires the Mage to use an external source to produce the Magic in question.

Or Caster Magic. That is expelled from the body as opposed to Magic done through the use of a weapon or outside source.

When I did the test on Adam to determine what type of magic would fit him best, I didn't expect much. Kid's normally have a small amount of Ethernano, almost imperceptible, especially at his age.

However.

The result wasn't anything normal.

The amount of Ethernano within him was massive, exerting enough pressure to bring me to my knees without being able to breathe.

Adam was no child.

He was a monster.

His magic was sealed inside of him, waiting for his body to mature, perhaps in order to avoid shattering his fragile frame and everyone around him under the pressure.

He was a monster.

One that I was afraid of teaching now.

One I was afraid, in time, would learn magic.

So, I lied.

And told him, he had no talent for magic. I told him he had no ethernano within him, and to give up before he hurt himself.

A part of me felt bad, but I couldn't risk letting what I felt within him out.

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[Adam POV]

My endeavors with the doctor proved to be pointless. Even after I had brought out the big guns, offering to babysit his nine kids, it all culminated in him telling me I had no tangible talent whatsoever.

I honest to God, pity his kids if that's how that hoe treats children.

I mean, sure I'm not a kid. But fuck you cock sucking bastard, you could've crushed my balls and dreams with a little bit of tact.

It didn't matter though. I had seen people without magic use magic, like Mystogan, the edgier and emo-ier version of Jellal, so fuck you, Doctor Suckalot.

"Adam, can you go pick some apples from the forest?" Opal asked, snapping me out of my long reverie.

I turned to her and nodded. Though I was internally questioning her parental skills and instincts, I mean, what kind of parent sends her kid to the forest, alone?

I guess the forest wasn't really a forest, I mean, it was a plantation of apple trees the town had made for everyone, but still.

"How many?" I asked as I walked to the door.

"Around a dozen, sweetie," Opal replied, and with that information, I ran towards the forest.

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Twelve apples later, I began to make my way out of the forest, when all of a sudden, a strange creature appeared out of nowhere, blocking my path.

It looked like a ball with several mini-balls orbiting around the main body. The creature had three eyes, being that the only physical feature aside from his spheric body that I could see.

Well.

It was a good run, how long was it? Five years? That's more than most anti-vac children.

"Little, little, girl," The monster muttered, turning slowly to look at me.

I froze.

Was that ball calling me a girl?

"Little girl found,"

He is.

Huh. Well, I'll be.

"For your information, you spheric bitch. I'm a boy!" I replied, insulting the thing that would most likely mean my end. I… I get a bit jumpy when scared, bite me.

"Little girl, found."

Ok, this spherical son of a bitch is turning my fear into anger. Well fuck it, if I will die, I will die fighting. Leeroy Jenkins motherfuckers! "Ok, that's it. I'm gonna kick whatever you have instead of an ass!"