It's still dark... How long has it been now? Like an hour? As if i was heard by something, the darkness finally fades away as i open my eyes, were my eyes being closed the reason for the darkness? I haven't noticed they were closed.

“It’s a boy it’s a boy!”, said an unfamiliar female voice, overly excited. I could barely see, i can see colors but everything was so damn blurry, as if my eyes were covered in water.

“What! Finally… a heir to the family’s throne!”, said another unfamiliar man's voice, what throne?

“It isn’t crying… this could be a problem, they say if a baby doesn’t cry when it comes out of the mother’s womb, there’s a problem with it”, said another female’s voice, different from the first one. As soon as she said that, i was taken by both legs with one hand, hanged downwards from the sky so my head would face the ground, and spanked about 6 times until my body started to cry. I was for some reason unable to control these tears, it's like the body itself really wanted to cry.

“There we go”, said the second female voice, relieved. I was then taken to a bed and patted dry, until i could finally see with my own two eyes. What i saw was one male, with blond hair, a very gentlemanly and young/handsome man, seems too young to be my father, but who else could he be. I saw 4 women in total, but i only heard 2 of their voices, one of them which was obviously my mother, was on the bed, with silver hair, long enough to touch the floor, and was almost as beautiful as the goddess i saw in the divine space, she also looked very young. The second woman was an old woman in a maid suit. And the last two were girls, one of them looked like she was 5 years old, with blond hair, she was the only person in the crowd that was not looking at me, as if she did not have a care in the world about my existence, the second girl on the other hand, about 10 years old, or at least by looks, had silver hair, and was looking straight into my eyes with a glittering look, this reminded my of the glittering arrows that had killed me, and i once again burst into tears. Extremely annoyed, the younger girl stood up quickly and left with her arms at a small angle from her waist, and her hands clenched like she wanted to punch something. What was wrong with her? I can only assume they were my elder sisters, their hair gives it off as well. I look back my parents and the maid, whom were awfully silent, when i take a look, i find them to in awe of something, most likely my looks. Do i look ugly?

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“His hair… is a lot different then both of yours, but much more beautiful.” said the maid, phew, at least i don't look bad. But what's wrong with my hair? My father started to look at her wife with glaring eyes for some reason. Mother noticed his glare and knew exactly what he wanted to say.

“I swear i did not do anything, besides, no one in the world has red hair!”, mother tried to defend herself, and it seems that statement was enough to keep father thinking and pretty convinced. I have red hair? Is that even possible?

“No, not exactly pure red… a bit different.”, the maid explains, questioning herself. A knock was heard on the room’s door and a man, wearing a uniform, very lightly armored comes in with utmost respect.

“Sir, it’s time”, he said.

“I see, well hun, i will drop you and the kids home, i will need to attend an important meeting afterwards”

“Alright” she replied.

We entered a good looking carriage and arrived home soon after, home… more like a castle. Were we some sort nobles or something?

“Welcome to your home Keith.” mother said in a soft tone while smiling. So thats my name… Keith, not bad for a name.

From then on, i lived inside the castle, retaining a pretty peaceful life being cared for, raised, and thought, mostly by my oldest sister, mother and the maid, she seems to actually be the head of maids here, since we have multiple of them, including butlers. I barely ever saw my younger sister, she was like a ghost to me, was she jealous because i was hogging all the attention in which i was assuming she once had until i came into play? It's the only explanation that i could come across. I soon learned that my full name is Keith Von Kingsworth, and my father was actually the Duke, with his own town called “Arlemberry”. Once i was finally able to speak just a bit since my vocals have grown and adjusted, i begged my mother to teach me magic.

“Maj-ic, Maj-ic” i was not able to say it properly, but my mother was surprised.

“Where did you learn such a thing Keith?” she asks, i point my little fingers towards a picture book on the floor about a fairytale. I actually place it there on purpose, so that i could give a valid reason as to why i was interested in magic. My mother laughed a bit and looked at me.

“Alright, i will show you something cool” she lifted her free hand, since the other was keeping me from falling off her lap, and without even a word, a light blue circle emerged from her hand, something like a magic circle, and hundreds of fishes came out as if the blue circle was a portal and the fishes entered it, the fishes where the same color as the circle, and where flying around us in sync until they faded away. Although it wasn’t much, i was mesmerized beyond belief.