He became a baby. How nice. He was the son of a duke and was given the name Charles.

That meant that he would inherit his father's lands and wealth upon his death. That was great news for him. He would live comfortably until his death, without ever having to lift a finger.

He grew up in luxury and comfort, surrounded by servants and maids.

Or so he thought.

Charles learned quickly that there was more to the world (and his new family) than meets the eye.

For instance, his mother hated him. She always spoke ill of "her husband's child" whenever she had the chance, which wasn't often considering Charles' parents were busy all the time, and it was even rare for Charles to hear it directly, but he could practically hear all the conversations of important people in the castle at all times due to his power.

He was also shocked to discover he had three sisters, meaning his mother took three children before he was born. They weren't exactly pleased to meet him either; they were mostly angry about him.

Probably due to him receiving the rights of an heir to their father's land and money even though he was the fourth son just because he was a boy.

Or maybe they just hate babies. Who knows? Sounds like a reasonable enough excuse.

Either way, Charles was alone among the siblings. Everyone around him hated him, except for his father and... The... following he was slowly but surely building.

Setting that aside for now, Charles was now three, and thus old enough to start learning how to use his magic power and the power he was granted from not-steve to do more... Useful things.

But let's talk about some important stuff for a second.

Charles was the son of duke William who was married to Katherine. Both were powerful mages in their own right, so it came as little surprise when both decided to give birth to another magical child.

Katherine gave birth to three daughters. Two of which were extremely talented, one of which had been trained by her older sister. The second youngest one's name was Elizabeth and she had mastered fire spells since young age. She was considered to be quite a prodigy and had received training from several famous mages throughout Eouropia (very original not-steve, very FUCKING original, I swear he confuses me)

The youngest sister, Margaret, had much less talent. Or perhaps more accurately, she didn't have any real talents in anything related to combat or magic in general.

Charles, being the caring younger brother he was and considering how nicely his family treated him, didn't really give a shit.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

But he did notice that the two younger girls were constantly competing against each other for attention and praise.

Although, it wasn't really a competition. Elizabeth always won at the end. Infact, to add insult to injury, she would also give her tips to improve after she won.

Margaret, on the other hand, felt utterly ignored and abused, and had a massive victim complex leading to her becoming a massive asshole whenever Charles complained about anything, going on about how sad it is that she is the only one in the family without talent, or inheritance rights.

It was during one of those moments when Margret mentioned something about how unfair life has been towards him that Elizabeth lost her patience with him.

She screamed "YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS UNFAIRLY TREATED HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU THINK IT'S EASY FOR ME WHEN EVERYONE HAS SUCH HIGH EXPECTATIONS OF ME?!?!?! DOESN'T THAT MAKE YOUR LIFE LOOK PRETTIER BY COMPARISON!? AND ALSO, DESPITE BEING THE MOST TALENTED IN THE FAMILY, I STILL WON'T GET ANY INHERITANCE BECAUSE SOMEONE IN THIS ROOM IS A BOY! DOESN'T THIS JUST SOUND LIKE SOME KIND OF DISCRIMINATION AGAINST ME AND WOMEN IN GENERAL?!"

Elizabeth then stormed out of the room in rage, leaving Margaret, me father and mother confused.

Well, Charles wasn't confused, I was a bit mad she hit the table in her IMMENSE RAGE like a little baby and some of my cold water spilled on the floor, but that was a small price to pay for getting a good laugh off of her reaction.

"She does have a point though sister. Your immense victi-" Charles was interrupted by his father before finishing his sentence.

"Enough! This discussion isn't helping anyone. We need to focus our energy on preparing you to become a leader instead of this idiotic conversation." said Duke William.

After hearing this statement, Charles felt a sudden urge to punch his father in the face. But he controlled himself. After all, punching a duke that also happens to be his father in the face wouldn't solve anything, infact it'll just make things worse.

Instead he decided to take a nap, hoping the situation will resolve itself somehow. Even if he wouldn't, as long as it doesn't effect him, it's all well and good!

As he slept, he dreamed.

In his dream he saw a vision of his future self. He looked exactly the same. But with a mustache. A three year old boy with a mustache. And wearing a cape.

And holding a sword. With blood dripping from its edge.

The boy in the vision seemed to have killed someone.

Someone close to him. Someone dear.

Who could that person possibly be...?

He stopped thinking about that as he woke up, because his looks with a moustache as a three year old was something he found very funny.

Speaking of how Charles looks... He decided to look in his mirror because I need a way to poorly segue to telling the audience what he looks like.

I can already imagine your thoughts, but don't worry, it's not bad. At least compared to what others might think of it. His hair is gold, and short. It seems to change color sometimes depending on mood. Or maybe it's because his mood only ever changed when one of his sisters (it was fucking Margret) dropped a bucket of red paint on his head on "ACCIDENT". unfortunately for Margret, everyone saw through her bullshit, especially Charles. She went on crying and whining about how cruel life has been towards her for hours. Which led to her finally losing her mind and attacking him with a knife, threatening to stab him to death if he didn't stop talking about her, which he didn't even do because he couldn't care less about her existence.

This is a good time to mention Charles is still a three year old boy while this is happening.

Anyway, back to the story.

"Wake up!" yelled a woman with a familiar voice.

"How about no?" replied Charles in the form of a question, opening his eyes and looking up at a beautiful women standing above him.

Her hair was golden blonde and her skin was pale white, giving her an almost ghostly appearance.

His mother. Shit, if SHE came to wake him up, this can't be good.