The forest dweller tribe has a strange, slightly cruel custom. They abandon talented children in the forest at the age of two, and then pick up the survivors 10 years later. These children are known as the children of the forest, and are known for benefitting their tribe by befriending the forest in which they dwell. One child was similarly abandoned, but never was picked up. The tribe was exterminated. If they were still around, they would be disappointed, however. The child, rather than befriending the forest, has grown to dominate it. Worshipped by wolves, treants, and a host of weaker creatures, even the wyverns living within must defer to him, lest they face an early death. A child, at the age of eight, stole a forbidden book on necromancy from the library of a church, in the holy kingdom. It’s not a big place, four or so cities, and around eight villages. Because of this, he was pronounced a heretic and chased by the church. Two years later, the holy kingdom no longer exists, but travelers can occasionally find a few unrecognizable beasts, made completely of bones grazing on the grass that grows everywhere here. A host of living weapons, possessed armor, and floating shields also roam the lands, attacking every living thing they see. The child also exterminated a group of people dwelling in a forest somewhere because they earned his ire. Summer, a child whose fire magic is unparalleled in the kingdom. Winter, who once froze a lake on accident. Spring, a child who rules over the storms, and Autumn, a child loved by the earth. These four children exist in a single body, although they can leave the body for up to an hour at a time, as long as at least one of them stays behind. Amongst them, the kingdom knows only Summer, although they all seem to believe that he’s an old reclusive master transformed into a child for some odd reason. God knows why… A half lizardman child. Shunned by his people, he was exiled, left with an old rusty spear and his pet snake, Mazui. After living alone for a few years, he grew to banditry, stealing from caravans passing by. When attacked by bounty hunters and half killed, he suddenly sprouted wings, and his left arm turned purple, and near indestructible. It seems he was half dragon. A few years later, Mazui started sprouting extra heads. It seems that dragons and hydras have a natural affinity for each other. Four children, prodigiously powerful and mature beyond their ages. Any of them could be the main character of a legendary saga, sung about for years to come. For some reason though, the main character is an empty floating book. No powers, no special abilities, no way to protect himself. He cannot even speak. He can, however, using a nonexistent black pen, write upon himself. It’s something, right?